#captain magnum x reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I please have Eric, yandere, goopiplier, Wilford, and captain Magnum (I hope I spelled that right) with a reader who plays the guitar in a heavy metal band?

Eric

He’s not into the heavy metal scene considering its intensity.

But he still supports you out of politeness.

Derek definitely doesn’t approve of it. And out of spite you’ll strum your guitar loudly whenever he’s shooting a commercial or just talking in general.

If he’s bothering Eric usually your glares send him away (and the young Derekson appreciates your efforts <3).

You’d invite him to one of your gigs, but it would probably overwhelm him.

So you just show him videos of your performances.

Yandere

Outside the school uniform, he dresses like a punk.

He likes listening to rock music, so I think he’d enjoy some heavy metal, too (especially if it’s coming from his senpai’s band!).

He gets kinds shy when he meets you and your bandmates for an autograph, but he’s fanboying 100% on the inside.

You get tons of fanmail and immediately know it’s from him, though you always appreciate an adoring fan.

Of course, Yan’s careful not to send too much as to not seem stalkerish.

Goopiplier

He loves the music!

The soundwaves just make him all wiggly and he loves the feeling.

Just don’t let him touch your guitar because there will be slime on it and make it very difficult to clean.

You’ll sometimes scold him but he always feels bad even if you don’t.

Does anyone know that Tiktok with Venom the black goop encased in a cologne bottle jamming to a song?

Yeah that’s Goopy if you were to isolate a piece of him and make him listen to your guitar solo.

Wilford

He prefers classic 70s-80s disco beats. He doesn’t get the “edgy music these days”.

But you still have his full support <3

If you're mimicking Dark's aesthetic, he might change your guitar and attire pink when you go to rehearsal or a concert.

He claims that he’s only helping you "stand out".

But he just likes messing around with you.

Captain Magnum

He’d probably be like “I don’t see the appeal” and would complain about it being loud and distracting for his crew.

But you’re just like “hear me out for a second I can change your mind”.

At first he doubts it. However you do, indeed, change his mind after performing a heavy metal cover of a sea shanty.

The next day you see him incorporate more black and metal spikes/piercings into his attire. 

It’s flattering and leaves you feeling smug that you changed the stubborn pirate’s opinions overnight.

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[riotlain]

Egos with a s/o with bad luck

bc in saiki k theres a character with god awful bad luck and its silly to me

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Iplier Egos

Wilford

You barely managed to dodge his gun multiple times

Near death is normal for you

At first Wilford thought you were clumsy

Then you told Wilford about your god awful luck

He didnt believe you at first

Then when you guys were cooking 4 plates fell on you

Dr. Iplier wasnt a fan of you coming over so often

Wilfords luck is average but it doesn’t average out yours

Date nights are usually inside

Last time you went out you got hit by a hearse

Captain Magnum

You 2 met when you were literally drowning

You bowed your head telling him about your constant misfortune

Captain has seen many things

Bad luck? It’ll be fine!

First day on the ship a storm hit

Then the map to the treasure got lost

Captain was very concerned

Captains usual good luck was evened out by your atrocious bad luck

Now its a 50/50 chance of finding anything good

Host

Host knows about your bad luck

At your first meeting he ended up spilling coffee all over you

He tries to use his powers to counter your bad luck at times

Doesnt always work

“Sorry I’m late Host! I got struck by lightning.”

Hes good at patching you up whenever you get hurt

You guys have simple dates

Sitting in the library together and reader

Just hope a bookshelf doesnt fall on you-

Septiceye Egos

Anti

He definitely didn’t believe you at first

And then when he saw it in action he was concerned

But when he saw that you laughed he laughed too

It became sort of a game

How many near deaths can happen in a day

Record is 13

Shneeple

He met you bc of an accident

That accident was that you got struck by lightning

He loves you so much

But boy you give him a heart attack at times

Always there to patch you up

Dates are casual ones where you guys cuddle on the couch and watch movies

You arent allowed in the hospital he works at lol

unless its an emergency

Marvin

Marvin doesnt really want you around his potions

Last time you were around them you had 3 different potions fall on you

The result was you being a tiny cat for a day

He then decided to make a potion of luck for you

Made your luck average

As in youd have something horrible happen and then a good thing happen

The usual i guess

Battle Egos

Phantom

You were at Phantoms bar after a rough day

And at the bar the seat under you broke

And then you had multiple drinks spilt on you

He decided to walk you home. He felt kinda bad-

Now that yall datin he tries to make it so you dont end up near dying everyday

Maybe putting a soul with usually good luck in a charm

It kinda works

And its fairly pretty :]

Natemare

Natemare laughed when he heard of this bad luck of yours

He thrives off bad vibes and fear what can he say

Then he saw you literally literally get electrocuted

He was shocked (lol) to see you just laugh and apologize

He literally steals one of Phantom's souls

He needs some goodluck for you man

Bones

Bones also has bad luck...

So it cancels out kinda

That or its 2x as bad now

Like literally it could be a sunny ass day

And then it just starts storming like crazy

Unlike him tho, you just laugh it all off

I think Bones has anger issues of sorts

So seeing you all fine with looking like a soggy cat has him confused as shit

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[callmegkiddo]

Captain Magnum x Male or GN Reader

-@wilfywarfy

Lets be honest with ourselves old man,

We need more male readers in the fanfic department-

It was a rough day out at sea, with the breeze warm and the air fresh and tasting salty. There at the wheel of the ship, stood Captain Magnum, the head of the SS Magnus. He, alongside his trusty first mate, S/o, manned and sought out for treasure. With their eyes on the prize, no one could stop them from becoming the number 1 sea dwellers around the globe.

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It was around afternoon, and the main deck was bustling with activity and songs. John, the last first mate was playing the coordain, while Lassie was playing the tambourine. The rest of the crew danced and sung to their hearts content, celebrating yet another successful treasure hunt.

S/o was dancing away, singing shanties and throwing gold doubloons to the crew. Their laughter rang out in the air, making some of the crew swoon from their handsome(and or beautiful hehehe) looks and baritone(and or soprano) voice.

The captain, Magnum, was off to the side, drinking a hearty drink of rum, held tightly by his giant paw like hands. A soft smile grazing his lips as he stares adoringly at his first mate. No, not just first mate, his only mate...

His eyes become lidded, letting them wander as he observes every part of S/o. His heart thrumming against his chest like a drum as thoughts of romance bloom.

He sighs, closing his eyes and takes a swig of rum. Percy, the scrawny crewmate came trotting over to the giant behemoth of a man. He knocks on Magnums log legs, the captain, looking down at him with question.

“You enjoyin the view of dem aren’t ya, captain?” Said Percy, his tone teasing as he watches Magnum’s cheeks flush with red. The tall captain looked away with defiance, huffing like a school girl. “Yeah yeah, so what if I was? Ye don’t wannu mop the deck now do ya?” He interjects back, his tone playful but threatening.

Percy sweat drops as he laughs nervously, making a mock salute, he turns on his heal and shuffles back to the circle, covering his face as he silently regrets his decision.

Magnum chuckles, but catches sight of S/o, the handsome man waved at the captain with fervor, his smile beaming at the giant bear man. He feels his heart skip a beat, smiling back, he raises his drink. And with slight clumsiness, the first mate was able to grab his drink and raise it back at the captain.

Both give each other a love stricken look, their smiles turning dreamy, their eyes, having become lidded with affection and adortion.

How they have fallen for each other...

#Captain Magnum x reader #Captain Magnum x male reader #male reader #romantic #xreader #x reader #Markiplier Egos #AHWM Magnum #ahwm wilford #a heist with markiplier

[invaderdoom78]

Captain Magnum x GN mer-reader

They were playing Disney music at work today so have a Little Mermaid esk Captain Magnum x reader thing

“I’m gonna beat you guys!” Meryler said as you, Mark, and the Gongoozler swam towards a sunken ship

“Say’s you,” Mark said, gaining on his friend

You and Gongoozler were more than content to go at a leisurely pace. That was until Mark and Meryler were about to reach the ship and Gongoozler shot out between the two, making it to the ship before either.

“And the winner is me!” Gongoozler cheered raising his fists in victory

“Boo” both Mark and Meryler jeered as you joined the group

“Come on guys” You said “I obviously won here”

“Sure,” Mark said, breaking open a hole in the side of the ship so you all could swim through it “let’s go”

“Why’re we doin’ this again?” Meryler asked as you all began looking around “this is just a bunch of human junk”

“All I’m seeing is a bunch of free stuff,” You said, opening up a chest finding nothing

“What the hell’re we supposed to do with this?” Mark asked holding up an old tobacco pipe

“I dunno” You shrugged, moving over to literally rip open some rotting desk drawers “what about this?” you pulled out a letter opener

“Ok,” Meryler said “that’s pretty cool”

“Right!”

“What about this?” Gongoozler asked, holding up a pummel horse

“No,” the three of you said at the same time

“Too bad,” Gongoozler said, holding it closer to him “I’m keeping it”

“You guys think Amy will like this?” Mark asked holding up a porcelain statue that had its arm broken off

“Yeah,” Meryler said as the sound of music reached you and your friends “what’s that?”

Looking up all four of you saw a large ship floating by above you through a large hole in the ceiling.

“How much you wanna bet the boat sinks?” Gongoozler asked looking at his friends “y/n?”

The three of them looked around for you but, you were gone; already swimming up to the boat.

“Y/n!” Mark called out

Swimming up to the surface you looked up at the ship in amazement, watching as the people on board celebrated, what you weren’t sure, but you wanted to know. Swimming up to the side of the ship you climbed up the side until you were at the top, peeking in at the camaraderie of the crewmates. Then you saw him, towering above them all was, who you presumed to be, the captain.

“Twas quite the haul today, Cap’in,” one of the crewmates said, raising a mug in the air

“It was,” Magnum said

“Y/N?” Mark yelled, using the clicks and squeaks that made up the mermaid language so that if the pirates did hear them they would think it was just a pod of dolphins

“What?” You asked not looking away from Magnum

“What do you see?” Mark asked

“A bunch of pirates,” You said, looking down at them, “one of them’s really handsome”

“Are you talking about that really tall and hairy guy?” Meryler asked

“Yes”

“That’s a tall man right there,” Gongoozler said, astounded that he could clearly see the captain from where he was in the water

“Yeah,” You said as the wind started picking up

“We should probably head back now,” Meryler said, taking note of how the sky was starting to darken with the threat of a storm and it was no fun to swim in a storming sea

“You guys go on I’ll catch up with you”

“Alright” Mark sighed, he and Meryler diving into the water

“Be careful” Meryler said

“No one will find you if you’re too deep into the sea,” Gongoozler said, inhuman, before diving under the water as well

Rolling your eyes you waved your friends off before turning back to watch the captain when you noticed that he was now looking in your direction. You froze unsure if he saw you or not. The two of you looked at each other for a bit before Magnum started walking over to where you were hiding.

“Looks like storms pickin’ up cap’in,” the first mate said getting Magnum's attention away from you

“It appears so,” Magnum said looking up at the sky “set sail for the nearest island. We’ll settle in there till it blows over”

As Magnum was talking to his first mate, you took the opportunity to jump into the ocean, swimming as fast as you could hoping that you’d be able to catch up to your friends.

A couple of weeks had passed since you’d last seen Magnum and his crew; despite having only seen him for a few minutes you found yourself thinking about him more than once, wondering if you’d ever see him again and if he was safe at sea. Occasionally, Mark and Meryler would tease you about falling for a human, but it was all in good fun especially since a lot of your fellow mer-folk seemed to be throwing themselves at you in an attempt to win your affections. Despite the teasing they seemed to be supportive of you, especially Gongoozler, who came swimming up to you in a tizzy one day, demanding that you follow him. He gave you absolutely no explanation for what he was doing as he lead you back towards the sunken ship you’d been exploring when you first saw the captain, taking you past it to an island. From where you were in the water you could see that a familiar ship was anchored near it.

“How long have they been here for?” You asked

“They docked today,” Gongoozler said as the two of you swam up to a gathering of rocks so you could watch them

Apparently, this was the island they’d found shelter from the storm on and Magnum had decided to take claim of it as a home base for him and his crewmates. The rocks you and Gongoozler had chosen to hide in were the perfect distance away to be able to hear what the pirates were saying while still being far enough away that you would be able to remain hidden if they were to look out to the sea, or so you thought. Magnum had spotted you.

He’d been on the lookout for you the moment he brought his crew back to the island wondering if what he’d seen that night was real or if he’d just been seeing things. He knew better than to let the crew know and cause a panic, or make it obvious to you that he knew you were there, but he couldn’t stop himself from marveling at your beautiful and/or handsome face. Despite knowing that he and his crew were being watched Magnum decided to give his crew a bit of a break and stay on the island for a few days, giving you ample opportunity to work out your crush by watching the captain but it didn’t work; your affections only grew.

After they left you’d stop by the island a few times every month to see if they’d come back, but they didn’t for at least five months. One day as you and Mark were out for a swim together a storm started forming so the two of you decided to wait it out on your rocks by the island. While the two of you waited it out Mark spotted Magnum's ship a few miles out from the rocks, barely managing to stay afloat in the raging waters as they tried to get to their island.

“Hey, Y/N,” Mark said over the wind “isn’t that the ship?”

“Huh?” You asked, climbing up the rocks so you could see over them “yeah, that’s him”

“Looks like they’re having some troubles,” Mark said as a bolt of lightning struck the sails of the ship causing them to catch fire

The two of you watched in horror, at least on your end, as the fire spread and the crew jumped into the waves, many of them getting pulled under, while Magnum cut the ropes that held the rowboats so that anyone who wasn’t pulled under had a chance. Once all of the boats were in the water Magnum was about to join the rest of his crew when the banister that held the sails cracked and bashed him in the back of the head sending his unconscious body into the water. Gasping you swam as fast as you could through the debris and bodies to the quickly sinking pirate captain. Grabbing hold of his arm you took him back to the surface, planning on taking him to his island when you realized that you wouldn’t be able to keep him above the water on your own.

“Mark” You screamed over the wind, flapping your tail as hard as you could “Mark. I need some help here!”

“Coming” Mark screamed back diving into the water so he could swim to you

Grabbing hold of Magnum’s other arm he helped you swim him to the island, the both of you exhausted by the time you reached the beach. Thankfully, the storm was starting to die down so you weren’t being pelted by rain and wind as you rested, the sun also started to shine on Magnum’s face, causing him to slowly start waking up. He’d heard many tales of mermaids so he kept still, just barely cracking his eyes open so he could see what was happening around him.

“I think he’s dead?” Mark asked, in human, before you slapped him on the shoulder “ow!”

“He’s not dead” You hissed

“Fine” Mark said turning to go back in the water “I’m gonna go back now”

“Thank you,” You said, brushing the wet hair out of his face, before caressing his cheek “please don’t be dead” you rested your ear against Magnum’s chest, listening for his heartbeat “is that it?”

Straightening up you were planning on petting his hair again when you noticed the captain was awake and looking at you. The two of you sat there looking at each other, neither moving until a wave hit your tail were you brought back to reality; realizing that you needed to leave immediately but Magnum grabbed your wrist before you could get too far.

“Why would ye save me?” Magnum asked, eyeing you suspiciously as all of the tales he’d heard of mermaids were about them leading sailors to their deaths

“I,” You said a light blush covering your cheeks

“You’re the one that’s been watching me and me men aren’t ye?”

“Yeah,” You said a bit sheepishly

“You know,” Magnum said, letting go of your wrist “ye be a lot more beautiful and/or handsome up close”

“Oh” You squeaked, heart, fluttering in your chest

“Captain” one of the crew that had managed to make it to the island called out walking along the beach “anyone”

“I have to go,” You said crawling to the water as quickly as you could, hoping that the crew member didn’t see you

“Captain,” The crew member said running up to Magnum “was there just someone here with you?”

“No,” Magnum said, looking out to the sea “there wasn’t”

“Are ye sure? I could’ve sworn...”

“No one was here” Magnum almost yelled, spotting you peaking out from behind your rocks “no one at all”

“Well, the few others that survived are all gathered on the beach a few meters in that direction”

“Right,” Magnum said getting to his feet “you keep searching for any more survivors and I’ll go meet up with the others”

“Yes, captain”

Doing as he was told the pirate went to search for other survivors while Magnum waved you off before going to find the rest of his crew. Unfortunately for them, there weren’t that many rations left on the island and there was no way they would be able to get anywhere on the rowboat. So you brought them fish and kelp to help them survive while they waited for another ship to find the island. It didn’t take long since you decided to help as well, leading a ship to the island with your siren song, with the help of Gongoozler and his song; drawing the crew onto the land by yourself. Once the civilian crew was on land Magnum helped you hide before his own crew showed up to overthrow and take the ship for their own. It didn’t take long before the pirates were packing up and loading what little they were able to salvage from their ship onto the new one. Magnum was the only one on the island that remained, telling his crew that he was doing a final sweep of the island to make sure everything was in order, but really he was waiting for you.

“Y/N?” Magnum asked, walking into the water deep enough that you would still be partially submerged

“Hey, Magnum,” You said popping out of the water

“I wanted to thank ye for all your help,” Magnum said, kneeling down so he was closer to you

“You’re welcome,” You said

There was a long moment where the two of you were just looking at each other.

“I think your friends are watching us,” Magnum said

You turned around and saw Mark, Gongoozler, and Meryler looking at you, though not for long because when they noticed that you saw them they were diving under the water.

“I should probably go now,” You said “I’ll see you around”

“Aye,” Magnum said watching you vanish into the water “I’ll be waiting”

#markiplier #crankgameplays #unus annus #markiplier egos #a heist with markiplier #captain magnum #ahwm captain magnum #the gongoozler #mark #meryler #aka mermaid tyler #captain magnum x reader #captain magnum x y/n #I was trying to make a zombyler joke but with mermaids

[ijwrff]

How about a Yandere Captain Magnum? Theres no yandere fics for him.

A yandere captain? Yes please. I have also realized there's no yandere fics for him and that needs to change! So thank you for requesting this, I had a ton of fun writing it!

There you were, just floating on a piece of wood from your ship. It had been a rough storm, honestly you were lucky to be alive. You just wanted to go fishing…but you went too far out. Now you were at the mercy of the vast ocean, with no idea if you’d find land or not. 

It seemed like hours, and the sun was beginning to set. Then, you saw a ship in the distance, approaching you. 

“HEY! HELP! PLEASE!” You called. 

To your astonishment, it seems someone heard you. The ship came closer and closer, and soon you were being hoisted up by a rope. 

“Don’t ye worry, we got ye.” 

Wait…as you were being pulled up, you saw the face of someone wearing a captain’s hat. Were they…pirates?!?!

Of course, just your luck, you were being saved by a group of pirates. 

“I…I’m sorry. Could you drop me off at the nearest island? I won’t cause any trouble!” Maybe you could bargain with them. If you could just stay calm until you got to the next island, you could find help and get back to your home. 

But it didn’t seem like they would help. It was a small crew, and they were all staring at you. 

“P-please! I just need to try and get back home.” You pleaded, bowing to show gratitude for saving you in the first place. 

The captain spoke up, “Aight lads, let's take this one to THAT island. Set a course for there!” 

What did he mean by THAT island? Hopefully…there were people there to help you. You didn’t want to be stuck with pirates for long…who knows how they wanted you to repay your debt for them saving you. 

You flinched when the captain patted your shoulder, “Until we get there, ye can explore the ship!” 

“T-thank you!” Was all you could say. 

It took a few days to get to whatever island you were heading towards, and in that time, you got closer with the captain. He was actually a kind person, who just wanted to explore the world and find treasures. 

His name was Captain Magnum, and he seemed to grow fond of you as well. He would even try to cook you meals you’d like, and you spent a lot of time sparring with him, or just staring out at the ocean in awe. 

You slept in the master bedroom, and he slept…somewhere with the crew. 

The weird thing about the crew was…sometimes you didn’t see them. You wondered where they went, but oftentimes you would be alone on the deck with the captain. 

“Aye! We be almost there! Are ye ready?” The captain said as you saw the island in the distance. 

In an instant, the crew was ready to sail to the island that was growing closer and closer. 

“Captain…be ready for what?” The way he said it was unnerving. 

He simply laughed and didn’t answer. Now that was odd. 

You saw the island as you got closer, it seemed abandoned. No other ships, and trees everywhere. 

How would you get home if you were going to an abandoned island? What did the captain have in store for you at this particular island…?

“Now…ye ready for the game?” The captain stood behind you as you looked out at the island. 

“The…game…?” You didn’t like the sound of this. 

The ship arrived at the island, and was stationed at the beach in no time at all. The anchors were set, and the crew was slowly coming down onto the shore. 

One of the crew members laughed, and helped you down. “Of course, the game. You run, if we catch you…you’re ours.” 

Your expression turned fearful, and you looked at the captain to see if he was serious. He was. 

The captain smiled, and set a hand on your shoulder, “Ye best get going. Ye only get 10 seconds of a head start. If ye can make it to the other shore across the island…ye can go home.” 

That was all you needed to hear. So you ran. 

But despite seeing the island to be rather small, you just couldn’t reach the other shore, as if the island went on for miles and miles. 

You heard the crew running to catch up to you, and before you knew it several pairs of hands were pulling you back. 

“NO! LET ME GO!” You screamed. Turning to see the crew…they didn’t look human anymore. They looked almost like…skeletons. 

That only made you thrash against them harder, but to no avail. They pulled you back, and back, now looking like skeletons fully. 

You were pulled to the ship, that was disproportionately close considering how far you thought you ran. 

The captain was waiting, as if he was expecting you. 

The skeleton crew pulled you over to be right in front of the captain. “Please…let me go.” It was in vain, and the captain tisked. 

“Ye didn’t win the game. Ye be ours now, little y/n.” He reached out his arms, and pulled you into a hug, the skeleton hands no longer on you. 

Tears began to form, and you wondered…if all of the crew was dead…does that mean he’s going to kill you?

Captain Magnum held your hand, leading you back onto the ship. This felt wrong…you needed to get out of here. But something about the island told you that you wouldn’t find help there. 

He led you to his room, and laid you down on the bed. Instead of leaving though, he laid on the bed with you. He pulled you close, with your head resting on his chest. 

You tried to pull away from him, but for some reason…you were just so tired. You couldn’t resist the thought of getting sleep, even if you were in bed with a captain of a pirate ship. 

You closed your eyes, and tried to welcome sleep. You opened them when you felt the captain rub your back. And you saw…your skin was changing. 

So you really were dying, cursed to be a ghost on a ship you hated to your core. 

Before you fell asleep, you heard the captain. 

“I said don’t ye worry. You be safe with me. My little y/n…”

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[orange-waterfalls]

Thunderstorms

Captain Magnum x gn!reader

ask: Don't really know how this works I haven't been on here long enough but uh- if your still taking requests for Markipliers egos and stuff could you do a Captain Magnum x reader who has a huge phobia of thunderstorms and Magnum notices while there's a thunderstorm going on and comforts them :')? 

A/N: I wrote this during a thunderstorm so I could keep track of my movements when I got scared. That is my official excuse for how long this took. I missed Magnum so much. Nothing but respect for my Captain. I’ve been into pirates recently because of Our Flag Means Death streaming season 1 now on HBO Max. Also, my writing teacher has assigned us to write everyday but she never said what so expect extremely short bullshit posted more often. Maybe on Ao3. I don’t use tumblr anymore lmao.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Uh. Destiny 2 reference. Battleblock Theatre reference. Mention of. genitalia. yep. Fear of thunder.

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In hindsight, you probably should have mentioned the extreme fear of thunder before you joined a pirate crew. On the sea. Where storms… happen. And they happen frequently. And strongly. And loudly.

You had no idea how they could do that. Stand out there. With the wind whipping the sails and waves throwing the boat the rain stinging their skin and the lightning striking anything it found and the fucking noise. The boom of the thunder. The explosions deep in the sky, a threat from the gods telling you mortals that you could die at any moment. It was fucking angry. Like Poseidon invited you to Olympus for dinner and you slapped him in the face.

Not that the crew cared. The crew was fucking joyous. The crew… the crew was fucking dancing, goddammit. You couldn’t tell them now. You couldn’t. It’d be the death of any respect they might’ve had for you. You were pretty sure you heard Magnum's booming voice yelling "COME ON! GIMME ALL YE GOT! YE DON'T HAVE THA BALLS". 

You couldn't tell them now. You couldn’t.

The door swung open, cracking the wall, and making you flinch. Magnum waltzed in with a laugh that reminded you of Lord Shaxx to a degree.

"Hoo, the waters be wild tonight, eh, mate?" He stomped into the room, hands on his hips. He looked around, but you weren't sitting in the room. His smile fell. "Mate? Where are ya?"

"In here." You called from the wall. A hole in the wall, moreso. A hide hole. Behind the mirror. It came with the ship, or so you were told. 

He bounded over and opened the mirror, leaning his head to the side to see. You were sitting on the floor, knees to your chest. He frowned.

"What're ye doin', child?" He asked. You shrugged in response. "Couldja get outta there?"

You shook your head.

"Why not?"

You shrugged.

"Alright then." He closed the mirror and you thought that was the last of it. At least until you heard the distinct sound of wood cracking and breaking and splintering, making you hit the deck for fear that the storm had just gotten that strong. 

You looked up once it stopped to see Magnum holding the mirror. The one attached to the wall. That was no longer attached to the wall. It was basically a door, honestly.

"... hi." He said. You blinked at him.

"Hi, Cap." You sighed. 

He looked around your cabin a moment before deciding to just set the mirror against the nearest wall. He then shuffled into the hide hole, needing to duck down quite a bit, and plopped down next to you with his legs resting high up on the wall.

"... what's tha matter?" He asked, softer than you were used to from him.

"There's no matter. Nothing's the matter. I'm fine." You rambled, avoiding his gaze. Your eyes flicked back to him, where he sat squinting at you, scrutinizing.

"Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes." He waved a finger at you. You looked back at him and tilted your head.

"Really?" You raised your eyebrows.

"No, but ya just admitted ya lied, so mission accomplished." He laughed. You scoffed.

"Oh, you're an asshole." You shook your head, but had a smile on your face.

"Oi! I may be an ass, but I am no asshole, y'understand?" He teased.

"10-4, good buddy." You nodded and stared at the wall in front of you.

"... what's tha matter?" He asked again.

"That mirror was stronger than I thought it'd be." You brought the conversation in a completely different direction. Magnum looked back at the new hole in the wall. He then looked at you, suspicious. 

"Fuckin' strong for some glass and wood." He agreed nonetheless. 

"I thought it'd shatter, but she's still intact. Fuckin… fuckin strong-ass storm, but she's intact… she's alright… for now…" 

Alright, maybe not completely different a direction.

"... what's tha matter?" He repeated for the third and final time.

"Nothing. I'm fine." You shook your head.

"You said." He quirked an eyebrow.

"Then why're you asking?"

"Cause I don't believe you."

"... right. Ok." You took a deep, calming breath, reminding yourself that your captain wasn't shallow. Well, actually, he was shallow. Extremely so. But he liked you. He was your friend. Maybe a little more, though you weren't sure whether it was further in the platonic direction or veered into romantic. You exhaled and turned to your captain. "Magnum."

"Hm?" He hummed his acknowledgement, giving you the softest eyes you've ever seen from him.

"You like me, right?" You started. He squinted at you once more. 

"... mm-hm?" He hummed, already not knowing where this conversation was headed.

"And you respect me?" You continued.

"Yeah…?" He snickered, bringing his hands up and dropping them back on his thighs.

"And that won't change right?" You begged. 

"Not unless ya give me reason to. Where're ya goin' with this, mate?" He crossed his arms and shifted so that he was facing you a little more. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked confused and worried. You didn't like it.

"... Magnum, I have… a confession." You turned to face him fully. He looked you up and down, trying to investigate your body language.

"... go on." He raised an eyebrow again.

"I'm afraid of thunder." You blurted out. For a moment, neither of you said anything. That continued for about 3 more moments.

"... and?" He said, eventually. 

"What?" You asked.

"Is that it?" He started to laugh.

"Wh-yeah." He sighed and clapped a strong hand on your shoulder, making you wince.

"Mate, we all have fears."

"Yeah, but mine's… dumb…" You mumbled. You tucked your knees into your chest and turned away from him.

"... I'm afraid of something." He murmured after a few seconds. You snapped your head up to look at him.

"What is it?"

"... rats." He sighed. You barked out a laugh. He gaped at you, incredulous. "Oi!"

"I'm sorry I just… remembered elephants and… yeah. It-yeah. You're just so big, it seems so silly." You rambled, still giggling.

"I'm trying to comfort you on your fear, and you're over there laughing at mine!" He scolded.

"I'm not, I get it! You're just… why would they be ascolded. To you, specifically?"

"Are ya serious! Y'ever heard of the plague?"

"Vaguely aware of it."

"Nasty, nasty business."

"You afraid of mice?"

"Nah, mice're cute."

"Well, that's presumptuous. Mice can spread disease."

"So yer afraid of thunder." He cut off the debate once he knew you'd made a reasonable point. You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah. The only good thing about a storm is the rain. And rainbows."

"It's just water. And light."

"It's pretty. But I'm hiding here. From the storm." 

"Mm. A'right. I'll wait too then." He stated. You frowned.

"Oh, you don't have to. Go enjoy the storm. Don't mind me." You waved your hand towards the door. He matched your frown.

"Well, no. I can't leave ya alone. What kinda cap'n doessat make me?" He scoffed. 

"You like the storm." You pointed out.

"There'll be other storms." He countered. 

"You can't be with me for all of them." 

"I can be with ya for this one." You tried to stare him down. He stared back. You soon got very, very uncomfortable and looked away with a tsk.

"... fine." You acquiesced. He smiled apparently pleased with himself.

You both sat there as the storm raged on. You flinched and covered your ears at any particularly loud BOOM, and Magnum flinched at your flinching. Whenever he thought you were being a little dramatic, he thought back to when a rat had gotten onto the ship and he screamed like a 5 year old girl he accidentally frightened once. That shut the thought down as quick as it popped up. He squeezed your shoulder when you whimpered and rubbed your back when you curled in on yourself.

Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore. He looked at your shaking figure and it made him feel so… what, sad? He hadn't felt sad since '04. So he made a decision.

He grabbed you by your upper arms and dragged you towards him, putting you in his lap. Your back was against his chest and he wrapped his arms around your middle.

"Mags?" Your voice cracked when you tried to ask what was happening.

"Try to go to sleep." He instructed. Another loud boom made you flinch hard.

"I can't…" you whispered. He sighed and rested his chin on your head.

"... dream of quiet places. Light wind and sprinkles of rain on a sunny day. Maybe a rainbow, if you'd want. Birds and worms and koi fish. All the dumb shit ya like. I'll bring ya to land soon and you can enjoy the quiet. Just… deal with it for now." He squeezed your middle. You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, the vibrations from his chest soothing you a bit. 

He moved his hands to gently cup your ears. The sound it made calmed you a little. He slowly opened them again and flattened his palms to try and protect your ears from any further noise.

"Night, Mags…" You muttered.

"Night, mate." He rumbled back, not knowing if you could hear him or not.

It stormed through the night, and he made sure to wake you up to see the rainbow that appeared on the horizon. You stared at the rainbow, unaware that he had chosen to stare at you instead. 

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[diorsbrando]

I’D DIE FOR YOU (AND I HAVE). ( s.a. )

sousuke aizen & black!fem!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, blank and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine her that way. using this map of the seireitei as a reference (i searched high and low for a consistent accurate one but it was hard). the first half is set pre-ryoka invasion / pre-soul society arc. the second half is aizen-centric (from his pov told from the 3rd person) and set post-tybw arc, years after he was sealed away in mugen, also including mention of events from vol. 1 of can't fear your own world (a light novel that's post-tybw & can be considered canonical); so all this being said: SPOILERS i guess???? of course you're welcome to read if you don't care about spoilers! somewhat based on 'die for you' by the weeknd & even more loosely based on 'dark red' by steve lacy. contains themes of heavy-ish angst, existential crises (?) & inner emotional turmoil within reader + aizen (separately). descriptions of character death, blood and violence. descriptions of manipulation/mind games. aizen is an unkind man. proofread (i did my best).

word count ━━ 11k

notes ━━ ! the way this fic was supposed to finished a month ago...but life once more gets in my way. and the way that it's this long....i anticipated the max being 10k but i greatly underestimated how long it would take to flesh out my idea. anywho i'm somewhat reentering my bleach era again. i’m not sure what it is but character analyses in the form of fanfiction is my jam rn like i really enjoyed writing this (i got tired of the length by like... 7k words lmao) but i like how this turned out. i've watched & read quite a bit of content that provide explanations as to why aizen is the way he is so i wanted to try my own portrayal of that in the context of canonical events. how i characterized him here is partially inspired by a fic i read about him last year so shout out to them for their support :D i hope i've depicted and humanized aizen well ♡. reblogs + commentary are heavily appreciated!!!!!

THE PAD OF YOUR THUMB SLOWLY glided against your bottom lip, the lingering aftertaste of jasmine tea still on its surface and on your breath. The absentminded motion of your thumb caressing your mouth, as if in deep contemplation, continued as you stared at the clock hanging on the wall above you.

It was past eleven, and the midnight hour only continued to draw near as time sustained its temporal march. And there you sat at your desk, floating in the limbo of your mind that was filled with hesitancy and admittedly, budding anticipation.

Your gaze lowered to the now empty porcelain cup, nothing remaining of its contents except the shriveled remnants of herbs and a few wayward drops of the brew.

Your senior comrade, captain Sōsuke Aizen, was correct in his prediction that you'd take a liking to its floral and delicate taste when he gifted you a jar full of the jasmine tea leaves as well as other ingredients.

The captain of Squad 5 seemed to be correct about a lot of things.

His intelligence and foresight, along with his kind and politely witty disposition, were qualities that you found somewhat charming, and gradually drew you closer to him.

Being the current third seat of the 9th company, your barracks and those of squad 5's were relatively close to each other's, so often you'd catch glimpses of and run into Captain Aizen on a pretty normal basis. Over the years, the conversations that bounced between the two of you expanded past the realm of formalities between a higher and lower ranking officer, and instead ranged in territories from literature, to art, to food & drink, and even to the politics of the government for which they were soldiers for.

Sometimes, you found it hard to believe that you managed to befriend a man like him. A man who seems to have mastered the balance between being a gentle soul, helpful to others, but also possessed enough refined power and skills to be named a captain within the Gotei 13.

Especially a man who wasn’t even of your own squad.

Despite the increasingly friendly relations and generally pleasant conversation, there were few moments where Aizen's words didn't feel quite. . . . real━ he didn't feel real. He spoke eloquently, often relying on figurative language to further illustrate his point and to breathe meaning into seemingly plain and meaningless words. But at times those words, his tone felt stained; stained with some substance or color you couldn't quite place. An enigmatic façade was painted over his speech, and it took too much mental capacity to try and find your own meaning in it.

So you'd often brush it off. Your over-reliance on your own reasoning that 'you weren’t able to come to a conclusion because there is no problem a conclusion could be generated from' successfully quieted your mind’s voice. You'd also frequently blame exhaustion, or your newfound hobby of watching human psychological crime shows during your off days for these subconscious ideas you had.

But you feared that the request Aizen made of you yesterday, the source of your current predicament, couldn't be blamed on any of those things. You looked at the clock again before returning to stare at your empty tea cup. For what reason could Sōsuke Aizen wish to meet you outside of the 1st division barracks? Specifically at this hour? You immediately thought of his question as uncharacteristic of him but prevented yourself from jumping to any further conclusions.

Aizen was a reasonable man, and you were sure there was a reasonable explanation.

With a final sigh of acquiescence, you stood up from your sitting position to retie your yukata before slipping a thicker, dark colored haori on top. You were unsure how cold it was this late at night or how long you'd be out, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

You paused for a moment, glancing longingly at your vanity mirror a few times, clearly torn between a decision, before giving in with a soft groan. Grabbing your favorite perfume, you quickly spritzed the spray onto both your inner wrists, either sides of your neck, and stray areas on your clothes. You’d proceed to make sure your hair was in order and your lips were as moisturized and glossy as a pair of tear-filled eyes before making your way to the door and slipping on your sandals.

Meeting with a captain— with Aizen of all people— in the dead of night resembled too closely to forbidden lovers rendezvousing under a fruit tree to fulfill their desires of embracing one another, with no one but the moon as their witness. The comparison alone caused the apples of your cheeks to burst aflame with embarrassment, and you lightly chastised yourself for even indulging in such an inappropriate train of thought. Such a scenario seemed far too deluded to even be considered ‘wishful thinking’.

But those delusions still seemed to make more sense than whatever other conclusion you have yet to reach.

Making your way out of your personal quarters, you activated your shunpo technique, stealthily hopping from one rooftop to the other in an effort to make it to Squad 1 barracks quicker.

After several minutes, your mind mostly engulfed with the 'what if's', the soles of your sandals finally touched ground, and you stood a few feet away from the massive walls and bridges that connected to and from the barracks. Even at night you were able to make out the bold-printed kanji for the number 1 that was painted on the building.

When you arrived, even from a nearby rooftop, you didn't see anyone around. Feelings of confusion and worry began to creep up and flicker to life in your mind.

But, as if your thoughts were as audible, you felt a light breeze of wind behind you, a familiar sound that indicated someone had made their presence known.

Startled, you reflexively reached for your zanpakuto, when you remembered that you hadn't even brought it with you. It still laid against the wall near your bed, just where you placed it earlier when you were relieved of your duties for the day.

You didn't think you needed it necessarily if you were just going to meet with Aizen, hence why taking it with you slipped your mind.

The flickers of concern were swiftly extinguished as your brain caught up with your body upon realizing who just appeared. A relieved sigh left your lips, a breath of air that seemed to release all the tension that had a grip on your heart and wound tight within your muscles. "Ah! Good evening Captain Aizen. You caught me off guard for a moment there."

"My apologies, that was not at all my intention." The Fifth Division Captain sported a dark colored scarf, his long captain's coat and the standard shihakushō all Gotei officers were supposed to wear. In the sash around his waist resided his own sheathed zanpakuto. His tawny hair maintained its usual part but looked slightly tousled, yet still remaining so in a meticulous fashion that made it look intentional.

The state of his hair alone, and his current facial expression made Aizen look more . . . approachable if that’s how you were to describe it. There was a glint in his eyes that you had seldom seen before.

"Thank you, for making your way down here to accommodate my rather. . . . atypical request. I again extend my apologies if I have inconvenienced you in any way."

You shook your head in reply, "It's alright, I wasn't doing anything too important anyway. Just having a cup of tea and delighting myself in a book before bed."

You glanced downwards at the foot or so of space that was wedged in between the two of you. You forced away the murmurs of your lingering thoughts that took note of how the moonlight and shadows danced across the surface of Aizen's face just right, and emphasized his decidedly handsome features.

"But having a complete and good night's rest is important to be fully functional in all areas of one's performance. Wouldn't you agree?"

You couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Yes, I do agree with that sentiment."

Aizen all but hummed in acknowledgement, letting a moment of silence fill the air before speaking again.

"Shall we be on our way?"

You nodded in agreement, following him as the both of you walked about the First Division grounds. From what you could tell based on your position, your aimless nightly stroll drew you closer to where Sokyoku Hill was located. The area became increasingly more grassy and contained less buildings.

Although Squad 1 grounds weren't terribly far from either of your barracks, you still weren't sure as to why Captain Aizen wished to meet out here. Initially you thought that perhaps he was just fond of this particular scenery, but really it could have been anything.

But still, you believed Aizen always had a purpose for everything he did.

After several moments, his warm voice replaced the evening silence, vocalizing your current thoughts. “I assume you are contemplating why it is I have asked you here, and I’m afraid the reason is quite benign. Truthfully, I just wished for your company. I often go on night walks to clear my head after a long day and thought I might invite you to join me this time, and have a conversation with each other."

Your brows shifted upwards, for that was not quite the answer you were expecting. It seemed too . . . simple. “Really? You just . . . wanted to talk with me? Plainly?”

The Squad 5 captain let out a short, soft laugh at the disbelief that was painted on your face. There was an expression of fondness present in his eyes and in the light smile he offered you. “Yes, exactly. I quite enjoy our discussions actually, they’re intellectually stimulating and relatively pleasant. You crossed my mind, and before yesterday, it has been quite some time since we’ve had the opportunity to unwind and talk.”

You hummed an mhmm in agreement, tearing your eyes away from Aizen’s side profile in favor of the hem of his captain’s haori, watching how it danced in the soft breeze. It seemed to be less distracting than the way Aizen peered down at you from time to time.

"I see. I am. . . . truly flattered by your words, Captain Aizen; you're too kind. Forgive me for asking but," you took longer strides so that you could fall into step next to him━ as if to speak to him more directly, "Why at this time? To talk with me, I mean. It couldn't wait until more . . . . . conventional hours?"

He chuckled again, and answered as smoothly as if he were awaiting you to ask him that. "Unfortunately, today's tasks ran a little long today, so I had to stay at my office later than usual." The spectacled man paused for a moment, before setting his soft gaze on you, "And besides, that completely defeats the purpose of inviting you on a night stroll, doesn't it?"

You ignored the heat flaring up in your cheeks again. Your mind refused to move past the fact that you had crossed Sōsuke Aizen's mind enough times━ or the times that he thought about you were significant enough━ and highly enough to invite you into his realm and indulge in these moments with him, when he very much could have done that alone.

A tender smile appeared on your lips, more towards yourself than the man next to you. "I. . . suppose it does."

The ashen-white moon only rose higher in the sky, providing an ambiance of tranquility as the both of you talked about whatever crossed the surface of your minds. Other times, the stillness of the night did the talking, and you'd listen to the leaves, and the wind, and the crickets sing together in harmony. Gradually as you walked and the beaten path grew more narrow, your figures drew closer together, until you could feel the long sleeves of his haori brush against your own.

You hadn't noticed that the two of you eventually stopped walking and paused under a tree until Aizen struck up conversation once more. When he called out your name in that gentle, velvety voice, you swore your heart was going to lurch out of your chest. The sound of your name rolled of his tongue so smoothly, the desire to hear it again grew within you.

"Uh━ yes, Captain Aizen?"

"Are you satisfied with way things are at the moment?"

You stood next to him, perplexed at his inquiry due to its vague nature. "Um, what. . . . things? I'm afraid I don't understand what you're asking."

The wind brushed Aizen's dark ochre tresses across his face as he took a step towards you, like the breeze itself was pushing him towards you. "Hm, perhaps I should be more clear then. Are you content with being a soul reaper? Are you satisfied with being a soldier for the Soul Society?"

With your brows slightly furrowed in thought, you remained silent for several seconds and overanalyzed his every word, trying to predict where he might be steering the conversation now. The longer you thought it over, the stronger that nagging feeling from within your soul became. The one that often told you what he was asking wasn't exactly . . . it didn't quite feel . . . . .

"This feels like a prelude to another insightful discussion on Shinigami━ and by extension━ Seiretei politics." Your words cut off your own thoughts, as if your mind was trying to sweep something under the proverbial rug.

Aizen huffed in amusement, before lightly shrugging, leaving your statement definitively unanswered.

You sighed as you seriously considered his question this time. "I mean sure, I guess. I'm somewhat satisfied with my job and all of . . . this," gesturing your hands in the air around you to emphasize your point. The 5th Division Captain made another humming noise, indicating that you still had his full attention. He inched a little closer into your personal space.

The mere action caused your next words to die in your throat and a quiet chuckle resounded from his, before your thoughts revived themselves again.

"Of course things could always be better but. . . . y'know. This is just how it is." You weren't quite sure if you should voice negative opinions about the Soul Society so plainly to a senior officer, even if he was the one who asked you in the first place, so you treaded lightly.

The same plainly relaxed smile from earlier remained painted across his lips, held in his chestnut irises was an emotion akin to affection. He seemed somewhat pleased that you were expressing your thoughts with him.

“And you? Are you satisfied, Captain Aizen?” You were unable to keep the teasing endearment out of your tone as you returned his gaze, casting aside the notions of Gotei officer seating and ranks for the moment. The air seemed like it shifted━ towards what, you weren't sure of━ but it kind of made you feel like you were adrift, floating in isolation from everything else around you.

It was still hard to process that you were alone with Captain Aizen right now. . . . at night.

A low hum reverberated within his chest, contemplative in nature as he replied, “Perhaps.”

The wind whistled lowly again, erecting goosebumps on whatever part of your skin happened to catch the midnight breeze. You fought the instinctual urge to twitch towards the nearest source of heat, which happened to be Aizen. Now that would be even more wholly inappropriate than the 'lovers meeting at midnight' scenario.

The silence between the both of you was brief, but comfortable nonetheless. Once more his mellifluous voice cut through the quiet, leveled and calm, like still ocean waters.

“Come. I want to show you something,” Aizen reached his arm out towards you, your spine as straight as if someone stuck a metal rod dipped in ice water down your robes.

The captain's movements seemed steady and slow━ it had felt like time itself had hesitated for several moments. You thought he was going to . . . . well you weren't sure what he was going to do, and that's what you made you nervous.

Was he going to touch you? Cradle your cheek? Remove a stray leaf that happened to land on your head? You were left somewhat dangling in anticipation, not daring to flinch backwards because you felt it would be disrespectful or offensive. You hadn't even blinked, subconsciously fearing that this was only a very vivid daydream.

But alas, when his arm drew near it extended past your head, slightly above you, and held a small branch in his palm it like a delicate flower. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding, but that breath drew short again when your gaze was eye level with his lower neck and chin.

He seemed . . . . closer.

“I think that regarding the condition of the Soul Society," Aizen began in a quiet voice, referencing his own reply to his earlier question, "and therefore my thoughts about it, is akin to this set of leaves on this branch."

Snapping out of whatever stupor you seemed to have slipped in, you exhaled softly before stepping back a bit to look at what he was talking about. In his palm he cradled a wayward branch that grew from one of the other sturdier branches of the tree. The green foliage of its arms had started to weaken and dull in color. The cold air due to the seasonal transition to autumn caused the leaves become brittle, nearing closer to the edge of death.

The sound of just how brittle they were resounded in the air when Aizen thumbed the leaves in between his fingertips, observing their texture with pity laced in his small movements.

"These leaves will fall off as it gets colder. And soon, the rest of this tree will be bare as well. When the time comes, when the right circumstances fall into place, the old die to make way and usher in the new; it's simply the way things are. I think of the Soul Society government is structured in a similar manner."

You hung onto his every word, like he were imparting crucial wisdom to you. Even though you were a bit confused on the last part, and on the connection between dying leaves and Soul Society, you still listened intently, waiting for him bridge the gap between the two.

"The Soul Society as it is now can be thought of as a season. And this particular season, this climate has remained so for several centuries. How can nature continue━ how can we continue to progress when the old have yet to be washed away by the currents of time? It defies that of nature, yes?" He directed this question at you specifically, in search of your agreement.

You nodded your head, tearing your gaze away from the branch and directed it at the grass beneath your feet. Your brows furrowed a little as you mused over Aizen's words. He gave a rather ambiguous answer before but now, his words sounded like vague displeasure and muted criticism. Everyone was entitled to their opinion, and on some fronts, you'd sometimes agreed with the 5th Division Captain. The Soul Society was far from perfect, too much emphasis on nobility and status, the government resembled too closely to an oligarchy . . . But you didn't━ wouldn't voice these thoughts, though.

Instead you hummed quietly under your breath. There was that tugging sensation again. This time it told you that there was something deeper to this conversation than meets the eye. But what could there be? Was there anything at all or were you just overthinking it?

The voice-like sensation in your soul was calling out to you, but you couldn't hear it that well or quite make out what it was saying. It's as if someone was calling out to you in a crowded room that had music playing on the speakers: you felt like if you listened hard enough you could make it out but ultimately, the result would fruitless.

"And when that happens," Aizen continued, "sometimes nature has to be gently nudged back on track to keep things moving smoothly. That may require . . . shaking the tree. Pulling a few harmful weeds from one's garden, so to speak."

"Weeds?" You echoed. You felt like you understood this analogy and therefore what he was trying to say, but at the same time you didn't. Or was it . . . . you didn't want to understand what he was implying?

Because if you were interpreting his words correctly, if he were inconspicuously comparing the higher-ups and the government itself to dying leaves and harmful plants that needed to be removed, then . . . .

"You, dear child, are a mere weed in this scenario."

Wait, what did he just━

Your thoughts were cut short when a gush of air that smelt strongly of Aizen━ warm oak, vanilla, and a kind of musk that you weren't sure how to describe but was still pleasant all the same━ brushed against your face and took you by surprise.

But there was another aroma that arose, steadily becoming more apparent alongside the increasingly painful throbbing feeling you felt in your abdomen.

It smelt metallic. And it was something that you've smelt all too many times before.

It was blood.

Your gaze that was initially narrowed in confusion lowered as it followed the source of this pain. Your eyes slowly widened in as you struggled to comprehend the blade that was currently ran through your torso.

Aizen's blade.

"Actually, instead of weeds, a more accurate and befitting analogy perhaps would be blades of grass. You unfortunately have to step on them in order to reach the weeds you want to remove."

You couldn't really focus on what the captain was saying, because your brain was still struggling to process what the hell just happened. Your hands slowly rose from their sides and shakily grazed the zanpakuto, wanting to believe that if you touched it, it would pass right through your fingers like mist. But no, the sensation of cold steel was as real as the robes you wore on your back. You only just now are processing the muffled squelching sound of his sword impaling your flesh.

You wanted to scream, to cry in pain, to vomit, to push him off━ something. But all you could do was stand there, stunned, words completely failing you. "Wh. . . . what? Why did . . . . you . . . . "

A cough replaced your attempt at a comprehensive sentence, and you tasted iron in your mouth.

Fuck....was this really happening?

"Please don't push yourself trying to talk," His voice was like an index finger to one's lips, similar to a parent's gentle caress to quiet and sooth their child, "You'll only hasten your death. And I'm sure you wish to know the reason for my killing you, yes? You'd have to be alive for that."

'Killing me?' 'My death?' The certainty that rang in his words chilled the blood in your veins, and they confirmed the one conclusion you hoped wouldn’t come true: that you were going to die.

The frigid embrace of fear and dread engulfed you from behind and you shivered, causing the blade snugly lodged in your organs to shift. The pain of that foreign object moving even a little bit shot through your entire body, causing a groan to emerge from your throat.

Desperate to conserve your energy and the oxygen that was becoming a little harder to take in, your breathing became uneven and a little wheezed. Even then, you couldn’t bring yourself to meet the gaze of Captain Aizen to confirm if this was really happening or just an extremely realistic and vivid nightmare. The sight you might be greeted with could be more frightening than the actual impaling of his sword.

As if his betrayal couldn’t actually or figuratively cut you any deeper, just then there was a noise that grew louder and louder within a matter of seconds until it was almost deafening. You’ve distinguished it to be the sound of glass crackling.

Your surroundings formed cracks everywhere on its surface, like it was just an oversized window. Even on the grass you stood on, or what you thought was grass, began to crumble away.

A dumbfounded but panicked look was plastered on your face when your world literally shattered around you, the only remnants of it being you and the Captain.

What was underneath the mirage━ or you should say, the fact that it was a mirage at all━ only disturbed you and increased your perplexity.

Slightly hunched over and breathing heavily, it took a minute to process where you were, but you noticed that now the two of you stood in a formal room that looked like it was used for important meetings. The lights in the room slowly started to brighten, most likely due to motion sensors. Even with Aizen's scent lingering in your nose, you could still pick out a rather stale aroma that hung in the air like dead fruit that hadn't fallen off the tree.

"Is . . . this Cen . . . tral━ "

"You are correct. Where we currently stand is the assembly hall for Central 46, the judicial power of the Soul Society. All judiciary as well as legislative trials and proceedings are held here."

All around the room were seats with partitions, the kanji for 1 through 46 printed on them. In the seat for the 19th member, your gaze caught onto something on the translucent barrier. It was a little farther up so you had to squint your already blurring vision to see it properly.

You saw, and your heart promptly sank as a result, eyes widening once more.

There were splatters of a dark colored substance on the partition━ undeniably blood. And the lithe, bony fingers of an older man laid lifeless, peeking out from the side of the screen like the appendages themselves were trying to escape from the body they were attached to.

That man . . . was dead. That stale aroma you smelt was the stench of death.

It was only after that unsettling epiphany did your eyes dart frantically around the room and realize that every member of Central 46 was dead.

The disturbed expression on your face only intensified as your stare was pulled back down to where Aizen's blade still resided in your body.

" Cap.....Aizen," you uttered, swift to correct yourself. All the moisture in your throat dried up like water underneath the unrelenting rays of the sun. You kept gulping your saliva in an attempt to assuage the sensation, but relief only last for a fleeting few seconds. "Did you ━ you killed them . . . didn't you?" Your question was laced with shaky hesitance and swelled with apprehension, fearing that you already knew his reply even before he answered.

There was a moment of silence and a hum before he replied. "Smart girl."

The muted mirthful tone in his voice sounded like sarcasm, and it was enough to finally draw your attention away from everything else and directly look at him. Almost instantly, you regretted it.

His umber tinted gaze was colder than you remembered. You couldn't find anything in his eyes that hinted that all of this was just a big misunderstanding, or a dream, or that Aizen had a secret sense dark and complex humor.

This was your first, and apparently your last time, that you have ever felt a fear such as this. Your mind was struggling to comprehend this was the same Aizen that spoke with you so gently, full of encouragement and wisdom. The same man that recommended you books to read and gifted you tea to drink and gazed upon you like . . .

Well, none of that mattered now. In this moment, Sōsuke Aizen wasn't the same man anymore. This Sōsuke Aizen was someone else, and it frightened you.

"When?" you croaked, your voice no longer sounding like your own. Nothing felt real anymore. "W-When did you . . . . . how? Why?"

Another noncommittal hum resounded from the spectacled man as he closed his eyes, feigning the action of thinking of an answer. When he reopened them, his narrow gaze returned to you.

"Everyone in the Thirteen Court Guard Squads was previously aware that the ability of my zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu, allowed me to confuse the enemy using bodies of water, mist and even moisture in the air in order to attack. However, that is not my zanpakuto's actual power; there is more to it than just simple confusion. Kyoka Suigetsu's true power is Complete Hypnosis. Essentially, when someone looks at my blade, I am then able to take control of that person’s five senses, causing them to believe that something is real ━ or that something isn't real. In a way, once glancing at my unsheathed zanpakuto, that person forfeits their sense of existence to me. Kyoka Suigetsu is quite flawless in its deceptive abilities."

A heavy silence, aside from your uneven breaths, endured in the space between both of you. You didn't need him to spell out what he was trying to say.

It was all . . . . an illusion. A convoluted, premeditated illusion. And you walked right into it without even knowing or considering, that it was all fake.

The Fifth Division Captain inwardly smiled at the despair clearly written on your face as he watched you mentally put the pieces together. He took your lack of reply as a sign to continue. "The members of Central 46 have unfortunately been dead for quite some time now. And as for your question of why......"

The taller man stepped towards you which inadvertently (or purposely, you began to fear), drove his sword deeper into your abdomen without warning and slight force. You bit down on your bottom lip hard to stifle your exclamation of pain. In an attempt to somehow resist him, with the little strength you had left, your hands automatically took purchase in his oversized sleeves, but it did nothing. You found it ironic that you could feel how warm Aizen was underneath his robes, but his soul was anything but.

" . . . . I believe I already mentioned it earlier, yes? All flowers die eventually and the weeds......must be removed."

At that moment you remembered that tugging sensation that told you something felt off in some instances whenever you talked with Aizen. This must have been what it was. Damn it all. You still didn't understand exactly what bad things Central 46 and the Soul Society have done to cause his actions, but based on what you've been told and your current position, it must have been heinous. Again, you actively swallowed the urge to vomit.

"You . . . you lied. I can't believe━ how could it have all b-been a lie?" Another nasty cough rattled your body, followed by a shiver and a groan.

The brown-haired man slightly tilted his head, like he was truly confused. "Lied? Hmm, well. I suppose you could put it that way based on your limited knowledge of the circumstances, but I wouldn't put it that way. Besides, this isn't really about truth or lies. It is, and always has been, only about the reality of what is. And what is, is that you were unable to anticipate my deception. No one could, because it was outside the domain of your thoughts. What is, is that the current way the Soul Society operates is tainted, and I shall be the one to remedy it."

You drew another shuddering breath and looked down at the ground with a grim expression as your blood continued to pool at your feet. Briefly, you even considered unsheathing yourself from his blade and take the chance to make a run for it, but the chances of you making it to the outside world, let alone coming across someone before you bled out and died were slim. Besides, it was clear that you couldn't even trust your own senses anymore after Aizen demonstrated that he had complete control of your reality.

Which reminded you of something else.

" . . . when?" you asked the same question again, but much quieter than before, despair palpable in your voice. 'When and how did you subject me to your zanpakuto's Complete Hypnosis?', is what you were really asking. And being as intelligent as he was, the spectacled man understood.

Abruptly, with a large palm on the small of your back, Aizen used his gentle hold grip to pull you towards him in order to close the remaining distance, causing him to drive the remaining length of his zanpakuto all the way through until the tsuba of his blade rested against your stomach. You looked like a skewered piece of meat.

You didn't have the willpower to hold back the piercing shriek of agony and physical anguish as tears sprung forth from your eyes. You could no longer tell if your blurry vision was due to your tears obstructing your sight or if it was from being a step away from death's door.

"Do you remember . . . the first time we met?"

The hand that rested on your lower back slowly glided upwards until his fingers found your jaw. With a tenderness that reminded you of a time before his betrayal, he lifted your chin and guided your gaze to look at him directly. His thumb moved to graze your bottom lip just as you've done mere hours ago━ as if he knew that, as if he watched you do it. His thumb was dangerously close to slipping inside your mouth and that both excited and scared you. Your breasts against his, your breaths synchronized with his, your body and his were fully pressed against each other and it made focusing on his question more difficult.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The first time . . . we met? Sure, with a little bit of effort you could easily recall the first time you formally met Aizen. It was sometime in the spring, and you remembered him running through combat formations with his lieutenant and the rest of his squad. But why d━

A silent gasp left you. Another epiphany, another figurative blade piercing your heart.

Battle formations, and he . . . offered you to join them . . . his zanpakuto . . . . .

Confusion crumbled away, and was replaced with vacant horror and sadness. It seems you've already been defeated, for many, many years now.

Aizen seemed to murmur something under his breath, a pleased sound you couldn't quite decipher. His mouth brushed over yours, rendering you literally speechless, before he closed the distance and brought your lips together. You could barely process what was happening.

It was ironically tragic how soft and skillfully gentle his lips were against yours. The kiss felt longing, like a departure between two sweethearts and their last meeting together. It also felt heavy and final, making you want to cry.

And you did. Silent tears streamed from your eyes and rolled onto the fingers that still held your face so affectionately. The captain reacted by guiding your chin up a little further, dipping his head a little lower, so he could deepen the kiss. You weakly scorned yourself for thinking about how the two of you must really look like lovers now, sans the sword sticking out from your back.

Oh, how cruel this was; how cruel he was. It was cruel for him to kiss you like this, hand still splayed on your back like he needed to touch you stay sane. And how cruel it was that still managed to enjoy it, even as you stood there dying. Your lips moved together in tandem, slow and almost passionate, all while tears stained the apples of your cheeks, drying up the plush youth that once resided in them.

Aizen's tongue had slithered its way into your mouth, and you suddenly felt like crying harder. There was a tart, sweet flavor lingering on his tastebuds, and you absently wondered what is was. Perhaps hibiscus from tea, you surmised. And he too tasted the sweet jasmine and citrus that clung your tongue and lips. At this, he chuckled quietly into your mouth, humming before retracting from you by a few inches so he could speak.

"I knew you would like the tea. It's sweet and flavorful, isn't it?" You hated how low his voice was, how its timbre pleasurably vibrated and rumbled against your lips, and you hated that lidded stare he gave you. You again thought it unfair that you couldn't even revel in the rare sight of Aizen's lips slightly wet because your lips were intertwined with his.

"I have to thank you for humoring me and my recommendations. I really appreciated it. And I also," you winced loudly and cried out in affliction as Aizen finally began to withdraw the sword from your body, "must to bid you farewell now. It seems you don't have any more time left, and this has dragged on for longer than it needed. I'm not surprised you've held out for this long, as I already knew you possessed commendable strength. But alas it wasn't enough. I am sorry that you have to die; it's rather regrettable that you happened to be that blade of grass that ended up underneath my foot."

Another wail was yanked from your chest as he steadily removed his sword from your abdomen. The pain was becoming excruciating, you would have collapsed by now if the taller man weren't holding you.

You saw two things before the light in your eyes had all but faded away. The first were the colors of faux pity and apathy that swirled in Sōsuke Aizen's irises, spiraling like a storm that was certain to wreak havoc in its wake. His gaze was devoid of any regret or remorse; the final metaphorical nail on the coffin. The second was a small smile.

But this wasn't one of his smiles you were familiar with. No wait . . . . the one you knew was simply a veneer of what is.

This smile was slanted, the corners of his lips tilted upwards and was sharp. Sharp enough to cut open your already gaping wound further and completely tear you apart, spelling out your demise. It looked insidious as if it were hiding razor-edged fangs. This was what is; Aizen's real smile.

"I. . . I see. Aize. . . ." were the last words you were able to manage. You didn't have the strength to be upset or hurt any longer, so you gave in to the exhaustion.

Your body permanently relaxed, long lashes veiling your now empty eyes as your arms lifelessly dropped to your sides. The captain found a disturbing amount of pleasure in his name being the final word you attempted to speak before succumbing to the sleep of death.

And even after the fact, the facade of doomed, star-crossed lovers persisted as your body slumped backwards. Aizen's strong forearm wrapped tightly around your waist being the only reason you didn't fall to the ground in a puddle of your own blood.

That day was the last anyone saw of you, your zanpakuto still laid idly in your room, its spirit destined to forever wander in the afterlife between worlds alone, eventually fading from existence without ever feeling the presence of its master again.

They had declared you missing by the end of the next day. Lieutenant Hisagi was probably the most perturbed about your sudden disappearance. Days, weeks passed, and they never located you. The Gotei 13 was left unsettled by the lack of progress, but ultimately had to rule your case inconclusive. Some believed that you were simply killed by a stray hollow, or even ran away from your duties because of the stress.

The news of what happened spread like wildfire across all the squads, that a high-ranked officer just up and vanished without a trace. The spirits and morale of the thirteen companies dampened, sorrow and worry swelling like a festering boil.

And that boil burst when Ryoka infiltrated the Soul Society, and when it was revealed that all of it was carefully orchestrated by Sōsuke Aizen.

Like a blade of grass that somehow snuck into one's sandals or in between their toes, during his time in Hueco Mundo, images of you flashed in his head at unexpected times when his mind was quiet. He'd remove the grass, tossed you aside, and moved on with his day. There was no room for you in the grand scheme of things. Such reminisces were beneath someone like him.

And yet.

He'd always find another piece of grass from the greenery he stepped on whenever he advanced a step in his plans. There you were again.

It was common knowledge that if you kept repeating the same action over and over, it will eventually wear you down.

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It was dark, and there was nothing.

There had been nothing for quite a long time now. Utter darkness and the abyssal shade of black engulfed every inch of Aizen's body and surroundings.

He saw nothing, the seals over his eyes too opaque to let anything through. And even if they weren't obscuring his vision, he would barely be able to see three feet in front of him; there was seldom a few lanterns in his cell to begin with. He felt nothing but the bindings that kept him imprisoned in one of the deepest pits of the Seireitei. At times it felt like even his internal organs had stilled in their functions. He heard nothing but the unrelenting quiet of his cell within Mugen's maw. The only thing that served as proof that he hasn't spontaneously grown deaf yet was the occasional muffled noise that originated from outside of the entrance. And even then, he could hardly hear much of anything.

Such is an ironic fate for someone who, with a stray thought and a glint of his blade, could control someone's senses and take away their free will to experience those senses in their reality. And now, he was stripped away of all of his in nearly every capacity.

Sōsuke Aizen was rendered stationary and stagnant, qualities he detested and were the antithesis of his ambitions and plans, perhaps even his existence.

Aizen had always believed in being in control of your own destiny and making your own choices; if you had the opportunity and the power to change something━ especially if it was something that was wrong, unfair or immoral━ then one should be able to move towards that goal by making change, even if by force. The former captain had always been intentional about his actions and his desires right from the start.

And yet, here he ended up.

Spending years strapped to a chair in this dark, cloistered hole, Aizen had nothing but time to reflect the reason for his arrest: that orange haired Ryoka boy, Ichigo Kurosaki. He had nothing but time to admit to himself and settle on the conclusion that his last battle with the substitute Shinigami . . . did something to him.

Fighting the Ryoka boy ignited something inside him that he previously believed would forever lay dormant.

The thrill of a challenge.

Adrenaline was injected into his veins with each clash of their swords, spreading far and wide across every inch of his body. It no longer reacted in the measured, calculative manner he had programmed it to, but with unadulterated, pure instinct and raw power━ all in an effort to not only withstand such potent spirit energy from his opponent, but to come out on top and win.

It made him feel alive.

Aizen's desire to be the victor in battle and in his philosophy━ to prove himself right━ both fueled him and consumed him so thoroughly it led to his own downfall. That was a rather difficult fact to acknowledge; so much so his head started to pulsate intensely whenever it crossed his mind one time too often.

All of it unfolded right in front of his eyes and yet . . . he didn't really see it happen.

As time passed during his perpetual incarceration, with hooded eyes, the former captain spent an unfathomable amount of time tossing and turning every single event that led him to this underground prison, even pondering his temporary release by the Head Captain Kyōraku to fight in the war. Scenarios both minor and significant displayed itself in front of his mind's eye as if he were watching a film.

Every so often, a blurred visage of your image would make a brief appearance, like the flickering sparks of a match before they were able to come to light, fading away into the void and were overshadowed by his other thoughts. It was as if his own consciousness and intentionally muted any manifestations of your existence in his memories. As if he wasn't able to or allowed to see them━ to remember you for too long.

Mentally reliving moments from the last several months, years, decades, centuries━ trying to analyze each moment and decipher where it could have went wrong━ turned out to be quite an exhausting task. His mind and body would grow heavier with inertia, and eventually he would succumb to the alluring pull of slumber. After some time he would rouse from his sleep, and continued from where he left off.

These were his daily activities day in and day out (even though he had trouble distinguishing day and night in his chambers) for years. He saw a positive side to it though. He'd instead think of it has him getting stronger because he had spent so long . . . thinking. Ruminating. Contemplating every possibility in the past, present, and future. His mind would become as sharp as his zanpakuto.

Aizen had always been intentional about what he did, what he said, and how he conducted himself. He was sure in his abilities to orchestrate an image━ a belief for others to have faith in, and act on it in order to further his goals. He was always sure in that image, knowing who he was and what he stood for.

Or at least, that's what he thought.

Aizen wasn't consciously aware that his certainty in this crafted image had already begun to waver. He could not and was unable to anticipate how severe these small fractures had become until after a certain lieutenant paid him a visit outside his cell of confinement, right before he was scheduled to be thrown back into that dark hole of the Mugen.

Lieutenant Shuhei Hisagi was quite emotive when he burst through the doors. His expressions were contorted in volatile mixture of frustration, anger and sadness. His emotions were every which way, directed at everything that has happened so far, including himself. He was especially emotive at Aizen specifically for what he did to former captain Kaname Tosen and 'corrupting him with his twisted ideals.'

Aizen found amusement in that.

Before he was rolled away by the punishment force and therefore out of earshot, a particular set of Hisagi's words caused the small, content smile on his lips to uncurl ever so slightly. "Everything . . . and everyone that has ever gotten themselves involved with you has been trampled on by you and your ideals one way or another, and they all end up dead. If you think what you did to Captain Tosen was justified━ to call it mercy . . . . . then there is truly no justice in this world. You will . . . forever be the enemy in my eyes."

There was a trembling anger in his voice. Pain that wanted to cry out and be set free but, the thin lid of reason prevented it from doing so. And after a moment of silence, the corners of Aizen's lips curved upwards once more. A little bemused, a little more wolfish this time. He maliciously imagined Hisagi's reaction if he ever discovered the true reason for your disappearance.

But instead, all he said was. "What an interesting thing to say, Shuhei Hisagi. Your conviction is admirable." Any evidence of emotion that might have been reflected in his sepia irises was swallowed up and obscured by the darkness of the Mugen's jaw.

The cracks in Aizen's sense of self, in his beliefs, in the image he invented started to cave under the weight of Hisagi's words before he himself realized it was happening. They were like stains in the fabric of his mind that refused to come out.

What puzzled him more, was that with each attempt to figure out just why Hisagi's words echoed in his mind, they all lead back to you, the third seat of the 9th squad. Annoyingly so.

The tattooed lieutenant hadn’t said anything particularly profound ━ at least, Aizen didn't think so. Your name didn’t even fall from his lips. So why were memories of you and your likeness the only clear thoughts he could make of Hisagi's speech? Was it because he was aware of how close the two of you were? He doubted the reason were that trivial and insignificant.

His thoughts grew more discordant by the day, his soul a little more weighted than usual. Perhaps these new seals that Urahara had fashioned actually had an effect on him, Aizen thought. It made sense. His intellect, other than his own, were the only ones capable of creating such effective restraints.

After a while, he had a revelation. This was a different kind of weight.

This heaviness, the closest word he knew to describe it as . . . . was loneliness.

Time taunted him as it seemed to drag on━ Aizen grew even less sure of how much━ when he came to this realization. Hisagi's words were a clear mirror to the loneliness that echoed within him after what happened to you and to Tosen. It was so . . . potent, that it seemed to strike some chord in Aizen he had never heard before.

Such a chord, this sound of loneliness, it was strange and uncomfortable; he wasn't very fond of this sensation. He'd try to scrub it away, but it was all for naught.

His eyes had slid shut at some point, his ruminations leading to dead ends and wearing him down. And, almost as expected, there you were again, in all your translucent glory. The hem, the sleeves, and even the smell of your yukata slowly dragged across his dreams, haunting his thoughts like a lonely wraith.

And Aizen hardly dreamt of anything.

When he regained consciousness he was plagued with yet another epiphany. An additional reason behind this newfound depth.

Aizen's own loneliness. Guilt. Much to his own quiet horror.

How foreign and unusual a thing like guilt is. It was like looking into a mirror and not recognizing something you had never noticed before, but wondered if it had always been there.

But the thing Aizen did recognize, how lonely he actually felt, was something he had hoped would never resurface again. It was a notion he hadn't had the time or regard to consider━ 'loneliness'. Its only purpose, if any, was solely to serve as a motivator. At times though, it was more like a hindrance.

Something akin to nausea slowly started to bubble up in the pit of his stomach, but he suppressed the sensation before it became any more intense.

What of his previous actions did he need to feel guilty for? He hadn't felt it then, so why would he feel it now? Again he ruminated such a question endlessly into oblivion.

The former captain had no doubts that his plan to remove the Soul King, and therefore the Soul Society's sins, were necessary.

Nor did any hesitancy about removing the opposition or dead weight━ whether shinigami or arrancar━ existed.

He certainly had no reservations against killing Kaname Tosen, for he knew the man well enough to know that Tosen would have been so thoroughly appalled with what he had become, it would have drove him mad.

So what was it, then? Why were such useless emotions as guilt and loneliness being amplified n━

"Y....know, S....."

Even covered by the seals, Aizen's eyes widened and his brows were slightly furrowed in distress. Had his mind finally tipped the scales of sanity and madness, to the point where he was hearing things?

It was quiet for several moments longer, before his senses caught onto the sound of water dripping onto a hard surface.

One drop at a time.

Its cadence a little too rhythmic to be natural. And for a second time, he heard that soft, ominous sounding whisper. Its voice a little clearer this time.

"You...know.....Sōsuke."

In the second it took for his eyes to flutter shut behind its seals to blink, when he reopened them, he was no longer sealed to the walls and floors of the Mugen, nor was he surrounded by every shade of darkness imaginable. His limbs and senses were finally freed to breathe for the first time in what felt like ages.

That relief was short-lived when his senses absorbed the unending landscape of water underneath his feet, water lilies lifelessly floating on its surface, and the dim sky illuminated by a full pale moon.

Aizen was in his inner world, and now he was aware of how he got here, or rather who brought him here.

"You . . . already know the answer to that question, Sōsuke." The voice was even more clear, its sentences more comprehensible. And it sounded it eerily like you.

Why the voice was impersonating your likeness had caught him off guard for half a second, but he realized it was only the work of his zanpakuto, Kyoka Suigetsu.

An illusion it may be, there was an untouchable quality about your voice and how you spoke that even Kyoka Suigetsu couldn't replicate.

A few feet away from him, the water was disturbed by a being emerging from the depths. Ripples formed around a manifested version of his zanpakuto, who took the form of you, smiling ever so gently. The smile felt airy, and it didn't seem like the same one that haunted his dreams and every waking thought as of late. It felt....knowing.

Still, the former captain couldn't be bothered to maintain eye contact with his sword spirit, so he turned around and opted to keep his unreadable stare trained on the vast expanse of water and white lilies.

"It's been quite a while since I have stepped foot into this realm. There must be something you want . . . Kyoka."

The zanpakuto chuckled, it sounded like the way you would softly laugh at one of his clever quips. But this wasn't you.

He didn’t want to admit that something about that fact didn’t sit right with him.

"Judging from your tone, would I be correct in assuming you don't want to be here?"

Silence rang out within the soul scape, before Aizen interrupted it, his gentle voice colored a shade darker, and a little rigid. "And I fail to see the reason why you must take that form when you revealed yourself to me. Is your aim to get a reaction out of me? Or something along those lines?"

Your eyes━ the eyes of Kyoka Suigetsu━ narrowed at its master's back, as if they were trying to create concavities in his skull. But the expression was washed away the moment it appeared, the serene smile from before was back in place.

"You know . . . it's considered quite rude to not look at someone when you're addressing them. That, and when you deliberately ignore things they say. Your manners have been deteriorating, Sōsuke. Tsk, tsk."

Kyoka-dressed-as-you suddenly appeared before him, as if they had teleported. Even when they were in his peripheral vision, Aizen still maintained his stare off into the distant nothingness.

"Unless, you can't find it in yourself to look at me. . . that's correct, isn't it? It's because I look exactly like her, right?" The zanpakuto continued to provoke him, taking a step closer into his personal space.

With an exasperated sigh, his eyelids fell shut for a second, using that time to gather the strength he didn't know he needed, and directed his gaze to meet his spirit's. Aizen's face gave nothing away, but his heart lurched about his chest when his bronze eyes met with yours, or what was made to look like yours. The undesired affect it had on him was all the same.

"If you wish to chastise me about manners, I suggest you take your own advice. You didn't answer my first question, either: what is it you want? Why am I here?" Again the former captain chose to not address the other parts of Kyoka's statement. For the sake of his sanity and his thinning patience━ or was it to preserve his resolve?

Its smile widened a bit, moving another step closer to their master. God, Kyoka even smelled like you, mimicking your signature honeyed scent that Aizen didn't realize he found so intoxicating until this very moment.

"I called you here to save you from yourself."

Aizen remained silent, only narrowing his eyes in speculation. "Meaning?"

"Didn't I already say it earlier? I think you already know what I'm talking about, Sōsuke. You've always known."

Fate's pairing of Kyoka Suigetsu with Aizen was a match crafted from the spindles of heaven, but also a maddening curse pulled from the depths of hell, for they complimented each other a little too well. The zanpakuto was too perfect a reflection of Aizen and his soul, looking at it started to hurt his eyes.

His sword spirit insisted that he already knew the reason for his coming here, and perhaps he did have an inkling the moment the light of epiphany was shone on his profound loneliness and guilt. But that couldn't have been what it was referring to . . . . could it?

"You cannot feign ignorance here, my dear Sōsuke, however I do find it rather humorous you bother trying. If you'd like, I don't mind humoring you by spelling it out for you. I'd be glad to unearth the truth that you have buried in the most neglected corner of your heart."

"When you were . . . . subjecting yourself to such mental torment, it had an affect on this world as well. The ripples, the waves in this scape become quite . . . tumultuous." The nuances in your voice were perfected by his zanpakuto, but the way it talked sounded like a fog that was gradually closing in from over the horizon. The uneasy feeling that resided in his chest traveled down to his stomach, but Aizen's face remained steely, even when Kyoka Suigetsu took that final step to close the gap in between them. "And the reason for that, the reason why Hisagi's words rattled you so is because you regret killing that woman."

The creased line in Aizen's brow grew more prominent as he stared down his sentient sword spirit. With its breast pressed against his, they placed a hand on his clothed chest in a tantalizing manner, but he felt nothing. There was no warmth from its palm, much unlike when your hand touched him. There wasn't even a cool sensation either. Even minutes before your death, your touch brought a soothing heat that permeated through his shihakusho and penetrated his skin.

Kyoka's face grew nearer, their smile━ although still tender looking━ grew cold at its edges, nearly resembling that of a predator eager to see despair reflected in the eyes of its prey. It didn't fit the graceful allure of your face at all, and seeing this expression deeply unsettled the former captain more than he would like to admit.

"You regret . . . killing me."

A chill tore through Aizen's body, the weight of Kyoka's words adding onto the heaviness that still hasn't been alleviated from his heart; he was hardly able to suppress the involuntary shiver.

Without warning, Kyoka's mouth suddenly became dangerously close to their master's, its lips brushing against his in a provocative manner. Aizen's expression darkened when he realized that it was reenacting his last encounter with you when you were alive. His mouth started to grow uncomfortably dry, despite his soul scape being full of moisture, and there was a taste on the back of his tongue that's been lingering there since he arrived.

The lilt in Kyoka's tone continued to taunt him. "That is the reason for your guilt: regret. You have been in denial. And in the spirit of unearthing truths, I suppose I can admit that perhaps . . . . I've been . . . . encouraging said delusions, adding drops of fuel into the flames of your emotions and ambitions. But after all that's happened, when it comes down to it there's no point in continuing this hallucination any longer. I've grown tired of this game, so it's time to for you wake up now, Sōsuke. I've brought you here to release you from your own illusion, to completely shatter it."

Aizen's back was as stiff as a board, not moving a millimeter when Kyoka's lips grazed his again. They were breathing softly onto his mouth, but he hardly felt any puffs of air.

The former captain was having a rather difficult time processing the fact that his zanpakuto had its own agenda and had been manipulating his emotions without him noticing. Specifically the emotions he felt towards you.

He never truly believed that such a thing was possible, one's own blade having such a deep-rooted influence━ no, control over their master. Or would it be more accurate to say that he never expected himself to be controlled to such a degree? He that prided himself on being freed from the marionette strings of fate that were tied to his limbs and mind, he that relished being able to do what he wanted, think what he wanted, feel what he wanted━ or what he didn't want━ it was hard to believe that none of that mattered in the end.

Kyoka Suigetsu's deceptive abilities were indeed undeniably perfect. No one, not even Aizen himself could have anticipated that Kyoka's most absolute and complete hypnosis would be enacted on himself.

"Do you know now, Sōsuke? Do you understand?" Kyoka's voice was as soft as a whisper, but it couldn't hide the edges of its tone that were still sharpened from finding amusement of seeing the truth flash across its master's face. "You had destroyed the solution to your existential question of loneliness, before you could fully understand the question itself."

Yes . . . . . Aizen understood now.

He didn't bother acknowledging what Kyoka had said. His grim facial expression━ still, tinged with dolor, and paired with an indescribable, distant look his eyes━ said all that it needed to. His silence was as much as an admission as any.

Kyoka-dressed-as-you leaned forward again to fully close the gap between their lips and Aizen's. Tenderly, like the intentions of a lover, it spoke against his nearly closed mouth. "Have you figured it out yet?"

Nothing but quiet could be heard between them, as Kyoka's mouth moved about their master's face and placed something like kisses upon its surface, but not quite.

Aizen's cocoa-shaded eyes slide down to stare at his sword spirit pressed up against him. His gaze was hard, and yet something swam underneath its surface that his zanpakuto had never seen before. Melancholy, it guessed? They weren't quite sure.

Kyoka pressed on when Aizen remained quiet. "The taste in the back of your mouth. Have you figured out what it was? You know it quite well....."

Aizen's tongue grazed the roof of his mouth, sensing the rather unpleasant taste that has coated the inside of it. And within a moment, because he was faced with the current circumstances, Aizen had finally placed a name associated this particular taste. How unfortunate this was.

Upon his realization, Aizen's head lowered, and his brown tresses hung freely over his lashes. Perhaps it was so Kyoka couldn't properly see whatever remorseful expression painted their master's face, but it mattered not. Even from here, the sword spirit could already sense exactly what it was he was feeling.

And they loved it.

"It's a sweet and flavorful taste, isn't it? Quite lovely." Kyoka Suigetsu mimicked the exact words he uttered against your lips all those years ago when he tasted jasmine tea on your tongue, and sealed your death with a kiss. "It's too bad you don't seem to enjoy it anymore."

Aizen's chest continued to rise and fall calmly, and the hands of his sword spirit that rested there glided upwards to cup his strong jaw, caressing his skin with its thumb. Its phantasmic touch did nothing to stir their master.

"Sōsuke, do you know what the jasmine flower from that tea symbolizes?"

Aizen's lips were slightly parted, but again he didn't say anything. Instead, its corners twitched and lifted upwards by an inch, and he huffed softly.

Kyoka Suigetsu grinned in reply. "Good."

The next time Aizen blinked, he was plunged in darkness yet again. The restrictive feeling that swallowed his being whole had returned, and was an indicator that his zanpakuto had released him from his inner world. He was consciously back in the Mugen, back in this abyss they called a prison cell.

Kyoka was indeed as much as a formidable force in its own right, as much as, if not greater than Aizen himself.

The conversation he had with his sword spirit would be cemented in his head for all eternity. When he grew senile and began to physically wither away, the one thing that would remain vital like a young heart, was this epiphany that he had. This realization that he actually . . . .

As the chains of despair bound him tighter to the bottom of the metaphorical pit, regret and his loneliness corroding his flesh and spirit like metal exposed to moisture, a stray memory of his time in Hueco Mundo flashed in his mind. He recalled having tea prepared for meetings with his Espadas and he could not pinpoint when, but at some point, Aizen developed an aversion for jasmine flavored tea. For one reason or another, he no longer found its taste appealing; whenever he drank it, it always tasted bitter.

Now that reason had become painstakingly clear.

The binding on his mouth muffled a rueful chuckle at the though, and it trapped the flavor of jasmine on his lips.

(#) @soaringmirror @stygianoir @ryukenzz @blkjupiters @chrissie2003 @nymphoheretic @dejwrld @triangularz @souyaszn @kuujo @honeybleed @valentineluvu . let me know if you’d like to be apart of my tag list ♡♡.

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[jessamine-rose]

ʚ✿ Ubi amor, ibi dolor ✿ɞ

“Where there is love, there is pain.”

♡ Jessamine’s masterlist for Genshin Impact

♡ Italics for nsfw/ suggestive themes!!

♡ How do the Yandere! Harbingers Comfort their Darlings?? - Pantalone, Dottore, Pierro

✿ YANDERE MERMAID AU ✿

♡ Part of Your World - Capitano, Pantalone, Dottore, Pierro + notes

♡ Under the Sea - sequel + mermaid lore

♡ Orca! Mermaid! Pierro and aquatic diets

♡ A Lionfish! Mermaid for a darling??

✿ YANDERE CHURCH AU ✿

♡ Requiem for the Damned - Priest! Dottore x Demon! Darling

♡ Angel’s Tears - Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling

✿ IL CAPITANO ✿

♡ Window to the Soul - Thank you for sharing the Captain’s eye color, Mika :’>

♡ Drunk s/o calls Capitano a stapler

♡ Happy New Year!! - a romantic start to 2024

♡ Capitano warms up his lover on a wintry day

✿ PANTALONE ✿

♡ Ardor of a Lover - Yandere! Vampire AU

♡ Blessing of Aphrodite - Yandere! NSFW

♡ A small act of love from the Regrator

✿ IL DOTTORE ✿  

♡ Happy Pocky Day!! - Pocky kisses with Webttore and Primettore

♡ An Experiment in Procreation - Yandere! Dottore’s thoughts on babytrapping

♡ The Golden Ratio - Akademiya romance

♡ Ladyttore - Introduction ๑ Dottore’s jealousy

♡ Happy Valentine’s Day!! - a special present

♡ Dottore’s lover mourns his Segments

♡ Coffee Break - a date with the Segments

♡ An Unlikely Fitness Consultant <3 - Dottore helps you with your physical exercises

✿ PIERRO ✿  

♡ Surgeon! Pierro comforts his patient

♡ Aoede - Yandere! Pierro x Singer! Reader (Modern AU) + EXTRA

♡ Smoke Break - a shared vice

✿ SCARAMOUCHE ✿

♡ Ghost Heart - Yandere! Wanderer x Reader

♡ Scaramouche’s regional tea preferences

✿ LA SIGNORA ✿

♡ A Candlelit Dinner - Yandere! La Signora’s darling copes with the death of their wife

✿ NEUVILLETTE ✿

♡ Mental image of Neuvillette wearing lingerie

✿ KAMISATO AYATO X THOMA ✿

♡ Kakegurui AU inspired by Kirari x Sayaka

♡ I Love You, Darling - official masterlist for my Yandere! Harbinger longfic series. Click the link for more content  ꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱｡ﾟ

♡ Darling Crossover - Part One ๑ Part Two

♡ Artifact Set: Beloved Darlings - lore + extras

✿ IL CAPITANO ✿  

♡ Herbarium - Il Capitano x f! reader

♡ Fairytale - side story, Capitano’s POV

♡ Forget-Me-Not - epilogue, Capitano’s POV

♡ Astilbe - epilogue, comfort from Capitano

✿ PANTALONE ✿

♡ Housecat - Pantalone x f! Reader, pt 1

♡ Alea Iacta Est - part 2, Pantalone’s POV

♡ Happy - alternate ending written by Anon

✿ IL DOTTORE ✿  

♡ Chemistry - Il Dottore x f! Reader

♡ Magnum Opus - side story, Dottore’s POV

♡ About Time - epilogue, Dottore’s thoughts on marriage

✿ PIERRO ✿

♡ Disjecta Membra - Pierro x f! Reader

♡ Chess Piece - side story, Pierro’s POV

✿ IL CAPITANO ✿  

♡ Il Capitano x Little Dove! Darling

♡ Herbarium - chibi doodles, my own design for Damsel (Capitano’s darling)

♡ Happy 1.4k followers!! - Capitano x Damsel

✿ PANTALONE ✿  

♡ Housecat - chibi doodles, my own design for Kitty (Pantalone’s darling) - OLD ๑ NEW

♡ Happy 1.5k followers!! - Pantalone x Kitty

✿ IL DOTTORE ✿

♡ Chemistry - chibi doodles, my own design for Assistant (Dottore’s darling)

♡ Happy 1.6k followers!! - Dottore x Assistant

✿ PIERRO ✿

♡ Disjecta Membra - chibi doodles, my own design for Savior (Pierro’s darling)

♡ Happy 1.7k followers!! - Pierro and Savior

✿ WANDERER ✿

♡ Happy 2k followers!! - Wanderer x Doll

#masterlist #genshin impact #genshin x reader #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers #jessamine-writing

[westanthewaterman]

Hello!

I’m Westan, but you can call me West if you want!

This is my side blog where I write mainly for the Markiplier Cinematic Universe. I follow and interact from inspacewithchica

!!! I BLOCK MINORS !!!

ATTENTION: Please, please don’t send me any asks or tag me in anything bug related. I also encourage people to tag for bugs/insects/spiders. Thank you!

Latest Fic: Lurking in the Shadows - Murdock x GN!Reader

Claimed Anon List

On a semi writing hiatus!

Requests

Fics: CLOSED Drabbles: CLOSED Headcanons: CLOSED

Please read under the cut before sending me a request! :)

Request Guidelines 

These aren’t required but it will help me make sure I’m filling your request to the best of my ability!

Please specify:

SFW or NSFW

Drabble, Headcanon, or Fic 

Reader pronouns/AGAB

Romantic, Platonic, etc

Any prompts you would like (please send the actual prompt sentence, not just the number thank you!)

Characters I will write for:

*=sfw only

#=drabbles, and headcanons only

Annus #

Aurthur (aka Author)

Bing

Captain Magnum *#

Damien

Dark

Dr. Iplier

Engineer!Mark

Eric Derekson

God of Night

Google

Heehoo #

Illinois James

Marcus (aka Actor!Mark)

Murdock (aka Murderplier)

Noir!Mark

Stan the Water Man *#

The Host

The Jims #

Porniplier #

Wilford Warfstache

William J Barnum #

Yancy

Things I will write:

SFW or NSFW

F/M/GN/AFAB/AMAB Reader

Ego x reader x Ego

Ego x Ego 

(this one is up to my discretion, I’m more comfortable with some ships than others)

Things I won’t write:

Please don’t send asks about these topics, unless you are asking about my boundaries regarding them, thanks!

Pregnancy 

(breeding kink is fine)

Oral sex

CNC/Non-con

Rape

Incest

Pedophilia/Underage

Watersports/Scat

Foot fetish

Master/Slave

Hard pet play

(eating from a bowl, being in a cage)

Boot worship

Sir kink

Abuse

Hard impact play 

(canes, paddles, floggers, etc, riding crop is okay)

Self-harm/Suicide

Menstruation/Periods/Abortion 

Character Tags:

Annus/Mori - Sandman

Antisepticeye - Glitch Bitch

Author - Narration Nightmare

Bing - Bot Boi

Bim - Hungry Host

Captain/District Attorney - The Watcher

Captain Magnum - Tag Coming Soon

Damien - Mayor Man

Dark - 3D Fucker

Detective Abe - Detective Dork

Dr. Iplier - Doctor Doctor

Engineer!Mark - Engineer Egghead

Eric Derekson - Anxious Angel

God of Night - Divorced Deity

Google - Goog

Heehoo - Cave Cryptid

Heist!Mark - Thicc Thief

Illinois James - Indiana Jones Knockoff

Jameson Jackson - Dapper Gentleman

Jim Twins - Slim Jims

Marcus (aka Actor!Mark) - Drama King

Murdock (aka Murderplier) - Smooth Criminal

Noir!Mark - Detective Dreamy

Stan the Water Man - Tag Coming Soon

The Host - Radio Host

Porniplier - Pizza Prick

Wilford Warfstache - Pink Maniac

William J Barnum - Colonel Mustard

Yancy - Jailbird

General Tags:

West Whispers - talky stuff, asks, not writing

West Writes - all my writing

West is at Work - if I’m tagging things with this, that means I am at work, send me things to help my shift go by faster

Friends - mutuals and askbox friends

Horny Gang - anything involving the Horny Gang (Echo, W, + Nines)

Guilty Pleasure Hours - it’s late and I don’t want to go to bed so send me your guilty pleasures

SFW - read these in a public place

NSFT - read these in a public place if ur freaky

Events:

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

Kinktober Masterlist 2022

#master post #west writes

[mothgodofchaos]

Requests

Please pay attention to what letters are next to the egos! I will not write for them outside of the set categories. They’re also subject to change! I leave that to my own discretion. 

These are open for drabbles, fics, or headcanons! 

These work for Ego x Reader, Multi!Ego x Reader, Ego x Ego, or just Ego.

H - Horror | A - Angst | R - Romantic | P - Platonic | * - Headcanons

Markiplier Egos:

Dark (HARP) #midnight mint*

Wilford (HARP) #colonel mustache*

Actor (HARP) #dramatic diva*

Host/Author (HARP) #ink machine #smack bat*

Google (ARP) #titan tin can*

Bing (ARP) #bingo bongus*

Yancy (ARP) #strong songbird*

Illinois (ARP) #pantry dweller*

Murdoch (HAR) #stabbington*

Night (HAR) #glowstick god*

Noir (HARP) #mc monologue*

Engineer (HARP) #head himbo*

Damien (HARP) #meek mayor*

Date!Mark (AR) #date mate*

Heist!Mark (HARP) #heist hunk*

HeeHoo (HARP) #heehoo weewoo*

Eric Derekson (ARP) #starshine son*

Necromancer (HAP) #necrobastard*

Bim Trimmer (HP) #contestant cannibal*

Septic Egos:

Antisepticeye (HAR) #electric limeade*

Jackieboy Man (HARP) #comic escapee*

Marvin (HARP) #nyan magician*

JJ (HARP) #silent cinnamonroll*

Chase (HARP) #sad dad*

Schneeplestein (HAP) #schneeple steeple*

Robbie (HAP) #undead child*

Inserts:

District Attorney #shattered law*

Heist Partner #sneaky splitter*

Captain #wormhole jumper*

Will Not Write:

Blank #clean slate

Captain Magnum #colossal captain*

King of the Squirrels #nutty monarch*

Jim #news scuttler*

Stan the Water Man #water rad dad

Bomb Defuser!Mark (Doom Rogers) #explosive electrician

Unus & Annus #memento mori*

Dr. Iplier #medic moron*

Celine #ma’am medium

Celci #ice queen

Burt #reverse wrench

Gunther #guns and guns

Detective Abe #abernathy poptarts

Dave Torres (Edge of Sleep) #unwilling insomniac

Iron Lung! Mark #doomed detainee

Shawn Flynn (BaTIM) #fedora floorboards*

Marcus Brickley (Poppy Playtime) #toy tattler*

Pornipliers #homebrew horndogs

Resident Enis! Mark #horror huntsman

Silver Shepherd #sheepman cloak

YouTubers (OOC):

Mark #markus plier

Sean #coffee king

Ethan #soft skriddle

Wade #blame minion

Bob #bobbert my skerms

Danny #unicorn wizard

Arin #video game boy

Brian #get wecht

Gabs #giggly goobers

#requests #chaoswrites

[lavender-cassidy-iplier]

Honestly this is my first time ever on Tumblr so, for my first post I'll be explaining what exactly I'll be doing here and posting about.

♡ Fandoms I'll post about ♡

- DDLC (Doki Doki Literature club)

- Alter Ego Fandom

♡ What I do post ♡

- Headcanons

- Theories

- RP plots

- X Reader's or Insert Reader's

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

✘ What I don't post ✘

- Fandoms I'm not in or I have no knowledge of

- 18+ requests

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

♡ Egos / Characters I'll post about ♡

🥀🌻 Iplier Egos 🌻🥀

💞 Mark Fischbach (Creator) 💞

🖤💙❤ Darkiplier / Damien Whitacare ❤💙🖤

🥞🍨💖 Wilford Warfstache 💖🍨🥞

💙👓 Googleiplier 👓💙

🎮🎲Bim Trimmer 🎲🎮

💛💉 Dr. Iplier 💉💛

💞💕 Yandereiplier 💕💞

🥈🏋 Silver Shepherd 🏋🥈

🧡🛹 Bingiplier 🛹🧡

💕💗 Actor Mark 💕💗

💃⚪ Yancy ⚪💃

💙📷 Jim's 📷💙

🧡🤠 Illinois 🤠🧡

❤📔 The Host/Author 📔❤

💭💖 Eric 💖💭

🏴‍☠️🌊 Captain Magnum 🌊🏴‍☠️

🌸💖 Pasteliplier 💖🌸

♻️💚 Ed Edgar 💚♻️

🍲💝 Chefiplier 💝🍲

⬜🖤 Annus 🖤⬜

💀 WKM (Who Killed Markiplier?) 💀

😇💝 DA (District Attorney) / Vanessa Rae Smith 💝😇

🕵💢 Abe The Detective 💢🕵

🍲 Angy Chef 🍲

💙🍵 Benjamin Butler 🍵💙

🏵👒George Groundsman 👒🏵

🚀🌌 ISWM 🌌🚀

✨❄Celcionnia F. Kelvina / Celine Whitacare ❄✨

💠💙 Dorene L. Whitacare 💙💠

😴🤧 Head Engineer Mark / Spaceiplier 🤧😴

💄🌟 Lady 💄🌟

💢🔫 Gunther 🔫💢

💙🌧 Wug 🌧💙

🌼🃏Bandit Lady 🃏🌼

❤🔧 Burt 🔧❤

🚨 🚧 Construction Mark 🚧🚨

👴📔 Dadiplier / Stan? 📔👴

🏖💝 Life Guard Mark 💝🏖

🍕💘 Pizza Guy Mark 💘🍕

🍵🍪 Septic Egos 🍪🍵

🔔 Seán McLoughin (Creator) 🔔

💚 🔪🐢 Antisepticeye 🐢🔪💚

😇🥺 JJ 😇🥺

🐈✨ Marvin The Magnificent ✨🐈

💜🧟‍���️ Robbie 🧟‍♂️💜

💚🦸‍♂️Jackieboyman 🦸‍♂️💚

🔫🧢 Chase Brody 🧢🔫

💚💉 Henrik Von Shneeplestein 💉💚

💙🖤 CrankGamePlay Egos 🖤💙

🍪💙 Ethan Nestor (Creator) 💙🍪

❔🖤 Unus 🖤❔

😞💙 Blank 😞💙

🍦💙 Mad Mike 💙🍦

💚☮️ Game Theory Egos ☮️💚

✅ ♻️ Matthew Patrick (Creator)♻️ ✅

💣🔥 Madpat 🔥💣

🥝💚 Mack (Theory Crew) 💚🥝

💜🎤 NWTB Egos 🎤💜

💜🎼 Nathan Sharp (Creator) 🎼💜

💋💅 Phantom 💋💅

🎸🎵 Natemare 🎵🎸

♥💮 Natepai 💮♥

📔💞 DDLC (Doki Doki Literature Club)💞📔

♟️🎲 Protagonist 🎲♟️

🍪💙 Sayori 💙🍪

😡🧁 Natsuki 🧁😡

🌻💚 Monika 💚🌻

🥀💜 Yuri 💜🥀

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Requests are open at anytime so you can request whatever you'd like from the characters I've listed out, and I'll do my best to deliver, I'll put this out here that I won't have stable Wi-Fi 24/7 but I'll try to do these things :) - Cassidy 💜

#imagines #ddlc #darkiplier #antisepticeye #natemare #phantom nwtb #madpat

[7spaceace7]

if you’re still doing the headcanon thing, could i please get captain magnum comforting a gender neutral reader? if not, no pressure! love your work and have a good day/night!

QwQ Thank you so much, that means so much to me! I’m so glad you enjoy my stuff!! And of COURSE you may! (A bit of fair warning, this is my first time ever writing for Captain Magnum, so I hope it’s alright!)

-Sailing off into the great beyond of the ocean was definitely one of your better choices in life

-You had a whole crew of friends to hang out and get to know (even if they didn’t always last the longest) and a fatherly figure looking out for you

-You had this great new family, and you loved every new adventure you had together

-But that didn’t mean that bad days just disappeared

-The first time the captain took notice of this was when one day you skipped out on Saturday Sea Shanty Karaoke (SSSK for short)

-You retired to your cot while the others had their fun, simply just not feeling up to it. There wasn’t a point in ruining everyone else’s good mood, you reasoned

-But Magnum noticed immediately when his first mate had gone missing, and quickly found you below decks

- “Y/N! There ye be, the crew and I had missed ye- wait, hold everything, what is it that be troublin’ ye?”

-He’s got that Dad Sense and knows when you aren’t feeling your best

-You sit up on the cot and try to wave him off saying it’s nothing, but he insists and takes a seat near you

- “A cap’n knows when his crew be lost at sea, I know just as well when a friend be lost at heart”

-He says that with the most heartfelt smile you’ve ever seen, and that’s when the dam breaks

-You rush into his arms for a big hug, just holding tight, and Magnum wraps his arms around you as tight as he can without breaking any ribs

-”Ah, I see it be a harder tale to tell. No matter, ol Magnum’s got ye now.”

-His beard was pretty scratchy, but his hugs are some of the best you’ve ever had

-You stayed that way for a few minutes before your sobs became sniffles and you could see again properly. Captain Magnum set you on his lap, like Santa Claus, and asked if you were ready to tell him what’s been up

-It took a minute to get your words out properly, and you were a little afraid he wouldn’t quite get it since he had a knack for interrupting

-But he stayed silent for you the whole time and listened. And when you had finished, he gave you another hug, properly this time

-His advice about the situation wasn’t exactly helpful, but he had the spirit

-When it came to how you felt though, he was first to tell you it’s alright to feel that way

- “Just so ye know, you can always come to me fer anything of this nature. Whoever ye were before ye joined me crew, doesn’t matter. Who ye be now and goin’ forward is the one I call first mate and family. We’re in this together!”

-There would be other hard days in the future, such is life, but you knew you could always count on him for support

-He’s a pretty good pirate dad :)

#THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! #Hope this was good!! #Captain Magnum #ahwm #ahwm captain magnum #Asks #Headcanons #markiplier egos #Captain Magnum x reader

[idkorc18]

In All My Dreams I Drown

*This has been sitting inside my Doc’s for awhile so... Here you go! This is a Captain Magnum x Reader

*A little angst but a fluffy ending!

The ship swayed on a dark blue night. The lanterns casted shadows around the ship as the crew got ready to end the day. (Y/N) leaned against the railing as she peered up to the sky, the stars were shining bright tonight.

(Y/N) heard loud steps as she continued to look at the sky. 

“They’re beautiful tonight.”

“Aye.”

(Y/N) sighed as she looked to Magnum, staring at her with a bit of concern.

“Is there something I can help you with Captain?”

“Ye 'aven’t slept in many days, (Y/N).”

She looked back to the sky as she shook her head.

“I’ll sleep when we reach shore,” she chuckled, “and pray we get there soon.”

“(Y/N), the crew be worried about yer 'ealth. If you’re not in jolly shape, what jolly o' pirate be ye?”

“Still a good one Captain.” (Y/N) snapped back. She ducked her head and mumbled an apology.

Magnum was about to say something when one of the crew came up to tell him everything was fine and the crew were heading to bed. (Y/N) turned to head down before being held back by Magnum.

“(Y/N)-”

“I’ll be fine Captain. I’ll sleep tonight, don’t worry about me.”

Magnum’s hold let up as (Y/N) continued down the stairs.

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The sky flashed as the curtains ran between my legs as I ran out of the Captain’s room. Running down to find the crew, I stood in horror as the bodies of the crew floated around. 

‘We’re sinking! Everyone is dead! We’re sinking! I have to get out of here!’

I ran up to the deck as the ship was thrashed to and fro. The waves were to big, the lighting was to bright, the thunder was to loud. 

‘I have to find Magnum! Where’s the Captain? Where is he? Why am I alone? Help! Someone HELP!’

‘(Y/N)!’

“Captain? Where is he?

‘(Y/N)!’

‘I can’t see anything. Please someone help me! Captain, help me please.’

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“(Y/N)!”

Magnum pulled (Y/N) back from the edge of the boat. (Y/N) fell into him as he held her to him.

“What, what happened?”

“I was about to ask ye that there lass? Why was ye about to jump off the side o' the ship?”

“I,” (Y/N) looked up at Magnum with tears in her eyes, “I was having a dream.”

“If you’re about to jump off a boat an' don’t remember what 'appened, that’s a nightmare.”

(Y/N) started to sob as Magnum held her. He tried to comfort her by humming a sea shanty. It calmed her down a bit.

“Come on (Y/N). You’ll sleep with me tonight.”

“Captain, can we just sit and talk for awhile?”

“Aye, we can.”

The captain’s cabin was nice. (Y/N) has been there a few times but it was still a sight to behold. 

Magnum’s cabin was lit by lanterns hung from the ceiling and wall, a few candles on his desk. There were a few paintings from his adventures hanging on the wall. Chests and other things the crew stole lying around.

“Here lass,” Magnum moved a few maps off of his bed to make room. “Ye can sit 'ere if ye want.”

They nodded as she slowly sat down. Magnum walked to his desk and set the items down before turning to her. 

“Do ye, do ye want to talk about it?”

“I,” she looked away.

“I’ve been having the same nightmare for a while now. I always wake up in your cabin and run out trying to find the crew. But when I go down stairs everyone is dead. All of them are just floating in the water as the ship is sinking. I run up to the deck to try and find you but there’s a storm. Everything seems to be too much. And I can never find you. I-I-”

Magnum pulls (Y/N) into a hug as she starts crying.

“I’ll always be 'ere (Y/N).”

“But Captain-”

“Always, (Y/N). Please trust me on this.”

She pulled away from Magnum and nodded her head. He smiles at them before looking away and sighing. 

“So this here be why ye 'aven’t slept.”

“Yeah, I-I didn’t want to bother everyone but I guess it got out of hand.”

“Will ye sleep 'ere? If I was to watch o'er ye?”

“I,” (Y/N) smiled, “I think it would be better if I had someone to cuddle up with.”

Magnum smiled as he got ready for bed. (Y/N) laid down in the bed and snuggled up to Magnum when he joined her. He held her close to him as sleep gently washed over the two.

#AHWM #ahwm y/n #ahwm x reader #ahwm captain magnum #ahwm magnum #captain magnum x reader #captain magnum #x reader #x you #x y/n #markiplier egos #idkorc18 #markiplier imagines

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Heist With Markiplier (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Captain Magnum (A Heist with Markiplier)/Reader Characters: Captain Magnum (A Heist With Markiplier), You, Reader Additional Tags: Smut, Size Difference, Dubious Consent, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Gender-neutral Reader, Penis Size, Come Swallowing Summary: You’ve had it with Captain Magnum’s complaining about your cooking, but your outburst only turns him on. I have no idea where this came from. It took an hour to write and I never thought I’d write anything with Magnum at all.

#captain magnum x reader #reader x captain magnum #markiplier fanfiction

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Ouch

I cut my fingy and panicked a lot so here’s a quick not-at-all thought out thing about how some egos would react to s/o cutting their finger while cooking and it like isn’t that bad but they’re freaking out

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Enjoy!

Markiplier egos with an s/o who accidentally cut themselves hcs

Darkiplier

He was in his study, just thinking, while you made dinner

He heard a tiny “ow” and didn’t think much of it

He then heard a louder “OW” and a string of “fuck”s and got worried

He entered the kitchen, to see you gripping your wrist and holding your finger under the water from the sink

He thinks you burned yourself

Then you pull your hand away and he sees blood and immediately makes his way over.

“What happened? Are you ok? How bad is it?”

You don’t answer as you are too busy hyperventilating because goddammit it HURTS

He tries to take your hand to look at it but you won’t let him

You look so hurt and vulnerable and he feels so bad

If you’d asked him to help cook, and he didn’t take it, he’d feel a thousand times worse

Eventually, he gets you to sit down and calms you, just a bit, and goes to get band aids

He comes back to you looking like you’re about to have a panic attack

He quickly stands you back up, and you put your finger back under the sink.

He gently washes it with soap and apologizes every time you make a noise

He gives you the bandage and lets you sit on the couch

You calm down and lean on his shoulder

He lets you sit there for a bit, rubbing your arm.

You eventually look up at him

“I think I may have overreacted.”

He’d laugh and kiss your head and goes to finish cooking dinner

Wilford

He wasn’t even home yet

You told him you were starting dinner and he left wherever he was immediately.

He was picking up wine from the store when you called him

“Wilford please get bandaids”

He was confused and a little worried, so he asked why

“Please just buy some and hurry home please” and you hung up

Now, Wilford is hardly a reasonable man as it is. so when he ran out of the store (without paying) and sped down the road in his car to get home before you, like, died or some shit, you shouldn’t have been surprised

He may or may not have run into a pedestrian or two on the way

He threw the door open when he got home, gun in hand

“WHAT HAPPENED WHAT’S THE DANGER”

You’re sitting on a chair in the kitchen breathing heavily, holding your finger

He can’t help but laugh because, christ, he thought it was something BAD

But, to you, it was bad. and he was laughing at you.

You tear up, just a bit. you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now.

He sees and gets worried again because is it worse than he thinks?? is there another injury??? are you traumatized what’s happening?

He tries to look at the cut but you turn away, looking very upset

He tries to convince you to let him see but you won’t budge

You’re whining a little (which I do because I can’t emote properly) which makes him upset

He drops to his knees and holds out his hands

“C’mon, baby! Let me see! Let me help!”

He’s being overdramatic and stupid and it makes you smile. So you do.

He gently kisses the spot, as to not hurt you, and puts a bandaid over it, kissing that too.

He orders take out and lets you lay on his lap while he pets your hair

Yancy

He was practicing some dance moves when he heard you in the kitchen

You were cursing and breathing heavily

Logically, he should know that perhaps you hurt yourself making dinner

However Yancy is a bit of a dumbass so he thinks someone broke in or something

He walks in with a knife, only for you to stand there with your finger under the sink.

He sees the blood, so concludes that you cut yourself. But you look really upset?

He’s mostly confused.

He’s been through worse, you’ve been through worse, he KNOWS you have

So why are you so upset?

“Why are you so upset?” “I don’t know!” “It’s not that bad” “I know...” “What’s the problem?” “I don’t KNOW!”

You start to cry, just a bit, and Yancy panics

He doesn’t know what to do. He’s not used to this!

He wants to tell you to get over it, but also he doesn’t?

Like, he knows it’s the easiest thing to say, but also not the BEST thing to say

So he says nothing. He gets a band aid, puts it on your finger, and hugs you.

He holds you for a minutes until your breathing is normal

If you tell him you don’t wanna cook today, he orders pizza

If you tell him you can, he’ll try to help

You have to kick him out because the man doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing

Illinois

He’s watching you cook and sees it happen before it does

Your finger isn’t in the right place, he saw you adjust

He tries to warn you but doesn’t do it in time

He winces because ouch

He processes what happened before you do, so he already has the band aids.

He turns the sink on, moves your finger underneath, and cleans it with soap

He puts the band aid on you and kisses your hand

He asks if you want to keep cooking or if you want him to cook

If you want to, he’ll help you with whatever you were doing first that made you cut yourself

If you don’t want to, he’ll finish what you were doing on his own.

He makes sure you’ve calmed down and holds your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles

“Im being overdramatic...”

“No, you’re not. It hurt. You bled. You got upset. You’re ok now.”

He’s a very understanding and responsible man ^///^

Magnum

None of that goddamn crew can cook for shit, so you always have to

Mostly fish and vegetables you buy at different ports

Magnum and the others are just drinking and laughing when they hear you yell and curse from the kitchen

Magnum goes over to see what’s happening

He sees you holding your finger and goes to hold you

He’s very. protective, I’m gonna say.

“Oh, poor darlin’... are ye alright? Are ye ok? Awh, sweetheart...”

He doesn’t have bandaids, so he cleans a cloth and covers your finger

He makes you rest in your room (even though it wasn’t particularly that bad)

The other crewmates check in periodically to see if you’re ok

Magnum decides he’s going to cook

Yes, the ship catches on fire. No, he will not say how he did it

You have to finish dinner, otherwise the others are gonna kill themselves trying

Google

He’s recharging on the couch while you cook

He hears you curse from the kitchen and concludes you’ve hurt yourself

He doesn’t really see one injury as too much worse than another. they’re all bad

He knows what happens if even the smallest wound gets infected

He wants it dealt with quickly and efficiently

He walks up to you and grabs your hand, pulling it under the sink

He cleans it with soap, puts a band aid on it, and leaves

Dr. Iplier who, bitch?

He likes to sit when you while you eat, just so he can talk to you

You, however, don’t talk to him at all and he’s a little upset

He figures he was a bit too rough with you at first when he reaches for you after you stand up and you pull away

“I apologize for my methods, I wanted to make sure the wound was dealt with posthaste.”

“Well... I guess that’s a good enough excuse.”

You hug him, and he (hesitantly) hugs back

Bing

Probably the reason you cut yourself lmao

He enjoys bothering you when you’re busy

He hasn’t recieved his Designated Bing Attention Hours today and therefore you have to deal with a very clingy and annoying Bing

He’d be less annoying if he’d stop fucking TOUCHING THINGS but w/e

He bumps into you and you yell

He doesn’t realize that you cut yourself until you start cursing

He turns around to see you frantically turning the water on and gets very nervous

Shit, that was his fault? He did that? Fuck, you’re angry, aren’t you. FUCK

He leaves, immediately, and you have to deal with it yourself. 

He paces in your room for a bit, debating what to do

“Ok. Alright. What do people like. Phones? I could buy a phone. I could STEAL a phone. I could steal anything they want! Do people need graphics cards?”

He settles for walking back into the kitchen, apologizing, and walking back out

“nailed it”

You’re a little quiet the rest of the day, and he’s still nervous, but you hug him and kiss his cheek before you get ready to go to bed, so it’s ok

#i did 7 instead of 6 and i dont really care #i was gonna put dr iplier #but then i realized he's probably a competent human being and that's no fun #either that or he'd just say you're dying and walk away and that's no fun either #darkiplier x reader #googleplier x reader #bing x reader #illinois x reader #yancy x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #wilford x reader #captain magnum x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #markiplier egos x reader #self indulgence babey