#captain magnum x you

[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.

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Magnum X Eric fic

I TOLD YOU IT WOULD HAPPEN!

You assholes got me to 150 followers, which means that I now must fulfill my end of the deal: The Captain Magnum x Eric fic.

Im not the best writer, so read at your own discretion.

1,218 words. All for you bunch of chaotic little gremlins. Enjoy!

The day was perfect. A beautiful sky, with the sun shining down on happy, smiling faces.There were people outside, enjoying life, spending time with family, admiring the outside world and all its beauty.

The walk to the park wasn't far for most. Just a few neighborhoods down. A nice stroll, if you will.

However, lost didn't know, that in one of those neighborhoods was a street.

On that street was a manor.

And in that manor-

"JESUS CHRIST WILFORD, PUT THE GUN DOWN!"

"Not until you apologize!" The mustached man said, waving his pistol in Bims face.

"I already told you, it wasn't me!" Bim shouted, fearing for his safety the 3rd time today.

Eric could hear the daily commotion from his room. At this point, he'd gotten used to the chaos, knowing to hide out in his room when Wil was in one of his moods.

"There you go again! Don't test me, Bimmy boy!"

"Jim's, help!"

From what he could hear, Eric could only picture a fight breaking out in the hallway, moving around in a cloud of dust and fists like it was straight out of a cartoon. At least they decided to go further away from his room.

There wasn't much to do today. Ever since arriving at the manor, Eric didn't have to work, his dad having been immediately shunned by the egos. Sure, he was happier, much happier to be honest, but… it left him a little stuck.

He didn't do well with being on camera, so he couldn't work with the Jim's, and Wilford was a bit… much at times. Bim wasn't much better. So any of the open slots were gone.

Dark had reassured him that he didn't have to work. It still left him stuck.

What to do, what to do…

As if sent by whatever higher power was listening, a gentle knock on his door brought him out of his spiraling thoughts.

"Eric? Ye in there, lad?" He heard from the other side of the door.

Magnum was outside? Of his door of all places? And he was asking for him?

"Uhm, yeah. I'm here." He said.

Magnum slowly opened the door. He had to duck in order to look into the room. Not that there was much to look at anyway.

"Are ye doin' anything today?" The captain asked.

He could lie and say yes. He could make himself not look like a total loser. He could say he was getting ready to go outside. None of it would be true, but it would make him look less pathetic then he already was.

But what good was lying going to do?

"N-No." Eric admitted.

"Ah, perfect! I was wonderin' if ye wanted to go on a trip with me!"

Wait, what?

Magnum… wanted to be around him?

"Really?" He asked, as if this was some sick joke that the others were making him do. As if asking would make the pirate change his mind and realize the mistake he made.

"Really, lad. Feelin' a bit bored bein' stuck in the house all day. Figured I'd take you with me to go find somethin' to do."

He really wanted to hang out with him. It was actually happening.

"O-oh… okay. Uhm, let me grab my legs a-and we'll find something!" Eric said, already scrambling to find his prosthetics, as if the captain would leave him behind if he didn't find them fast enough.

"Aye, sounds like a plan, lad!" Magnum said with a smile.

—---

As it turned out, this city was fucking wild.

The duo only made it even more wild.

It was enough that Magnum was at LEAST 7 feet tall on his tree trunks, and had to duck everywhere they went. But they also forgot to account for… people.

Everyone wanted to crowd around the pirate, kids wanted to climb up to try and grab his hat, others were storming him with questions.

The captain didn't mind one but. If anything, he ate up the attention, a kind smile on his face as he tried to answer everything thrown at him.

Eric on the other hand, was in shambles.

Everyone was close. Too close. The kind of closeness that made him want to turn into a puddle of goop and melt away from everything.

He never did well with crowds.

Which is why when the people decided they'd had enough of the pirate, the first thing Eric did was take the captains hand. As childish as it may have been, he just needed something to ground him.

"Are ye alright?" Magnum asked, noticing how distressed Eric looked.

"Y-Yeah," the other huffed out, trying to calm his nerves.

"Are ye sure? We can go back home if ye like."

Eric appreciated that the captain was concerned for him, but another part of him screamed louder. The part that told him that if he was to go home, he'd be weak.

"I-Im alright, Captain. Thank you."

—----

The rest of their time together went semi-smooth.

They got some food… actually, they got an absurd amount of food. The captain was built like a tank, and he ate like a tank. And people started bets on whether or not he could keep eating (Spoiler alert, someone made a lot of money that day. And their server was given 500 for the trouble.)

Magnum had taken Eric to a petting zoo.

And then Eric took Magnum to a library.

The day went on like this. Just the two dragging each other along, spending time together, watching the other in their own form of content.

Neither party said it, but they enjoyed the company. The domestic side of it all. They could just go and be together without all the chaos (Well, purposeful chaos)

It was calm.

It was fun.

They enjoyed it.

—----

"Is that true? Y-You actually cut it open?" Eric asked the captain in disbelief.

"Aye. The damn thing nearly destroyed me ship. But she stood tall, even after that damn kraken attack. 's why I named her the Invincible." 

It was getting darker now. An orange hue was casted over everything, night drawing near. The two sat on a bench, looking over the park. A few streets down, and they would be back home. In their neighborhood. In their manor.

Eric hung onto every word of the captain's tales. He'd survived harsh storms, sea monsters beyond anything found in the books Eric had read, treacherous islands in search of riches. He was straight out of a fairytale.

He hadn't even noticed how close he'd gotten to the captain until he felt an arm go around him.

Eric froze. Not from fear… alright, maybe a little fear, but it wasn't that bad.

The captain immediately drew his touch back, and Eric regretted his choice.

"Sorry 'bout that. Didn't mean to make ye uncomfortable."

"Wait, no… it's alright. I swear." Eric said, hoping to convince the bigger man to hold him again.

Turns out, it didn't take much convincing, as the captain slowly put his arm back around the other, holding him closer.

Eric, now against the captains side, watched the sunset.

Eventually, they'd have to head home.

It wasn't a far walk. Just a few streets down.

But they could sit here for a bit.

Who could stop them?

#OPs shitty writing #Magnum x Eric #Markiplier egos #eric derekson #captain magnum #fanfic #150 followers #And we're still on some bullshit #Thank you all

[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. 

#captain magnum #magnum #captain markiplier #pirateplier #ahwm x reader #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #a heist with markiplier x reader #markiplier alter egos #markiplier egos #markiplier alter egos x reader #markiplier cinematic universe #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #captain magnum x reader #x you fluff #x you #x y/n #x gn y/n #captain magnum x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral y/n #pirateplier x reader #second person

[jasminedragonart]

We all know that I think Brother Bear is the Magnum Opus of Disney and I've elaborated on that in a previous post. This one will therefore be dedicated to Pixar's Magnum Opus.

Moana, I hear you ask? Inside Out? Up?

No.

The Incredibles.

In order for it to be an amazing film there has to be layers to it. Inside Out, to me, is pretty one dimensional. I didn't get a lot out of it. Moana was okay, but nothing special, like I didn't hate it but I didn't love it.

But the Incredibles? It was amazing.

To start off with, this came out in 2004. Do you know what other superhero films were out in this era? Spider Man. Tobey McGuire's Spiderman. Other than that, the superhero franchise hadn't really hit off. It would be years until Iron Man, Captain America or even the Dark Knight would have the impact it would have on cinema. (The Dark Knight trilogy is great btw. I love and accept it as canon way more readily than I do the Snyder verse. That verse can go away and never see the light of day)

the point is, for this movie to have survived, nay, thrive, in a superhero-less world is astounding and I think that's just down to good writing, characterisation and the story itself.

To start off with, I didn't know this was set in the 60's until like, a month ago. But now I do know I love it. It fits so well and answers so many questions. The 60's were like the golden age of heros, or, what we call the golden age. You had the batman show in the 60's, you had the golden age of comics. It's just right that the Incredibles is set in the 60's too.

In terms of storytelling this is good too. We see that they still have phones and computers and tv's but they're limited. No smart phones, the technology that we would see in present day is high tech to them. I love it because it isolates the characters so well. The reason why a lot of shows these days die is because they set it in our modern world. The convenience we have in being able to send messages to each other is just ridiculous. In order to create a good story you need a way to isolate your characters. There needs to be mystery. By limiting the Incredibles to what was available in the 60's Brad Bird eliminated the questions on why Mr Incredible didn't just send a text to his wife or Edna that he was in danger. Why the other heros didn't ask for help. Their technology is limited, their data plan is nonexistent, they can't contact people across the world and this is great for creating an interesting story.

Starting back at the beginning, I think it's really interesting how we're introduced to Buddy. A lot of superhero sidekicks are literally found like Buddy was hoping to be found. He has the intelligence too. He basically did a Tim Drake. He tracked Mr Incredible down, he made himself available and he showed that he had the skills to at least be a good hero. The only difference here is that Mr Incredible's world isn't Batman's world. Buddy didn't persevere like Tim Drake did, he took his knowledge and he twisted it for evil which, again is such a good analysis or interpretation of what Tim Drake could have been if he didn't put on those Robin colours and force Batman to take him on board.

Then we get to the lawsuit. So, if you didn't get it, the Incredibles kind of honoured marvel here. I think X Men was out by now. It should have been. Yes. It was out in 2000. So the concept of mutants being second class citizens was known to those who watched the beginning of the MCU. The Incredibles is paying homage to this by making supers illegal. The supers are creating too much damage, they're doing more harm than good. Therefore the common people are fighting back and making them retreat back into the shadows. Again, an interesting concept because what happened to all these villains? What happened when Bon Voyage escaped prison again? How many people did he kill without Mr Incredible there to help catch him? We don't know but it's always been a wonder of mine as to how the world is as peaceful as it is when we catch up with the Incredibles in present day. How did they get to that point?

I'll never know.

Mr Incredible and Elastigirl, I think are Batman and Catwoman. I think. Meta Batman and Catwoman. They have the same feel, the same banter of Batman and Catoman but they could be another superhero couple. Either way, they have their happy ending by getting married and having kids

There's an interesting post out there explaining the kids names and the connection to their powers which I loved. So, yeah, dash- superspeed. He's the Flash, he's quicksilver. He's basically kid flash right now, or impulse since, is impulse born with his powers? Whatever the case, he doesn't quite know the extent of his powers just yet because he grew up in a world where supers are in hiding. Which, again, makes me question what happens to those heros who don't hide. There had to be a penalty for them beyond being sued. Back to the kids. Violet- ultraviolet light that can be invisible. There's also something about her being a teenager and keeping everyone out which is why she has her forcefields. She's also Susan Storm, that's the inspiration for her character's powers. Jack Jack is jack of all trades. His inspiration, I think, is Legion. I'm not too sure. Either way, I love their names and how they tie into their characters and powers.

Helen and Bob are aliases. People know that right? I'm pretty sure they got different identities through the years after their covers were blown. They would have to. Even in the 60's people could be tracked down, that's why they have this rehoming program for supers. It makes me wonder what Bob and Helen's real names are. I think they're alias's anyway. Either way, their last name would have to have changed over the years. At the beginning of the movie it's Parr which means average.

Which is what they're trying to be. They're trying to be average. But they aren't, that's the whole point of the movie. They're the only ones who are capable of doing what the government, what ordinary people, can't. They're the only ones who can adapt and put themselves in danger to stop Syndrome who spent his entire teenage and adult life trying to destroy supers. The whole message of the movie is there at the beginning. Violet and Dash can't help but use their powers because it's a part of them. They aren't normal, they're never going to be normal and they shouldn't have to be.

Mirage is an interesting character to look at. She's very Bond esque. It felt like they were mixing genres by introducing her but it works. She's a powerful woman at the head of an organisation. But then there are layers to her. Her name is literally Mirage, she's not what she seems. She looks good but is secretly working for Syndrome. But the real message is that she's on the bad guy's team but she's not a bad person. She does what's right for Mr Incredible, she lets him and his family go. She also suffers the Bond girl trope where she's either killed off or injured but her character arc is kind of over at this point so it works. That's the point with some tropes, they're not necessarily good but they work because they serve a purpose. Mirage doesn't need to be in the picture anymore so she needs an excuse to not be there. She's injured, easy, she's out of the picture now. It's not bad writing, it's just practical writing. Otherwise we'd be asking where she was.

I think I want to dedicate this part of why the Incredibles is amazing to focus on the super's graveyard. Not only the one Syndrome made, but the ways the supers have died over the years. Edna describes so many supers dying from such mundane things like a costume malfunction. How many of them perished before Edna refused to give them a cape? How many funerals were there over the years?

I think it's also important we focus on the supers graveyard for another reason too. Bob isn't the only super out there that feels like his purpose in life was taken away. The reason why these people take such mundane jobs as covers is because they have something else in their lives that makes them feel fulfilled. By not being allowed to fulfill that purpose they're only left with the mundane, and for us it's okay because this is the only thing we know, but for them? With their powers? It must feel so... disheartening or another word I can't think of right now. But to be talked down to, to not be recognised. It's not narcissism that has them out there helping people. They're good people trying to do good in the world because they can. It's sad that they can't, and it's horrible that this good nature is took advantage of by Syndrome. He murdered them horrifically. He turned their strengths against them, he made a murder bot, isolated them on an island, and had them hunted down just because he was told to go home as a child. To not be put in danger like kids shouldn't be put in.

It begs the question again, what happened to the other villains? Where are they? Why is Syndrome the only one we see appear in this gap of superhero history? I was expecting the 2nd Incredibles to focus on more villains that had cropped up in the shadows while they were gone but it didn't. Not really. the 2nd one wasn't as good as the 1st one. It was good, but it was lacking the layers the 1st one has. The questions on why and where. A lot of the new one was focused more on the family than the plot where as the first one had a good balance of the two.

Anyway, back to the analysis. This is such a good origin movie for Violet, Dash and Jack Jack. You have the mentors in Mr and Mrs Incredible, the ones who are experienced and handling a lot of the action. Then you have the young ones finding their powers and discovering what they can do, what they're capable of. You feel happy when you see Violet protect her brother with her shield. You're elated when Dash can run on water. They're little things that an experienced hero isn't able to elicit because they're used to their powers and we see this in the ease Mr Incredible has in himself and his capabilities, same as Mrs Incredible when she's worming her way into the compound. This movie is both an origin movie as well as kind of like a comeback. Mr and Mrs Incredible are out of retirement and the kids are stepping up into roles they never dreamed they could have.

The colour story is good too. Mr Incredible's old suit is blue. It's the suit he wore as a standalone hero. It's the suit he wears when he goes out with Frozone and the suit he wears on the island for the first time. It's the suit he wears where he's separated from his family. He's blue, he's alone. Red is a danger colour, it's passion, it's what groups this family together. They are the danger to Syndrome. They also have the yellow there to lesson the impact of the red. It's a happy colour, very soothing and lets us know that they're on the good team. It's also Elastigirl's old colour, or one of them. It's Bob finally including Helen in his life

There's a lot more to this movie I can't think of it right now.

Pixar peaked with this movie though.

#the incredibles #pixar #disney

[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

[faeriescorpio]

why dr. iplier x yancy x host FUCKS HARD so heres a WIP thats been sitting in my drafts unfinished and will never be finished. rip

okay imagine, right? Dr. Iplier and the Host are dancing around each other always on the verge of saying something to one another about their feelings but the Host is excellent at talking about everything except whats important and Dr. Iplier thinks hes good at reading people but he’s not. They’re both kind of shy and they’re both kind of oblivious to the other’s feelings. If whatever Dark and Wilford have going on, wasn’t going on, then Dr. Iplier and Host would be the most interesting thing to occur in the ego meetings. maybe. there’s a lot of chaos there.

anyway they’re dancing around each other and they’re experts at it too. Then Heist drops and they get three new dudes. One is a pirate who’s practically never around because he loves adventure so damn much, the other dude also says he loves adventure so he goes on like weekend trips once a month but he stays in the mansion, and then you have the last guy. Who never leaves the mansion. Hell, does he even go in the backyard? Naturally they think he’s an introvert. Host is maybe hoping he’s got a book buddy who won’t mind a bit of blood; after all this guy showed up in a prison garb with tattoos and bandaids all over. Dr. Iplier really wants to give him a check-up since Captain Magnum’s never around for him to check up on him, and Illinois has submitted to three different check-ups already for each adventure he goes off to, but this prison guy has already figured out the entire layout of the mansion and is quick and quiet as a fish, or eel, or some other creature that can slither away without notice. Hell, he’s an escape artist when he wants to be and he knows every nook and cranny. It’s driving Dr. Iplier up the wall.

He finally gets his hands on the guy by cornering him after an ego meeting, and maybe it was undignified to scramble out of his seat like that the moment Dark lets them go, but the last meeting Yancy disappeared and the meeting before that was the when Yancy was introduced and Dr. Iplier has mistakenly thought that Yancy would show himself to the doctor’s office back then. He knows better now.

“Yancy. If you would come with me please.” His grip is iron around the ex-prisoner’s bicep.

#ahwm yancy #dr iplier #the host #markiplier egos #markiplier ego #markiplier the host #markipliertv #i forgor my ship name for this

[megaphonegirlk]

24 kissmeme

Still in my RE zone, so let's go with Jill X Wesker…in danger. Jill's finger tensed on the trigger to her beretta, eyes wide under the fringe of dark brown hair sticking out of her S.T.A.R.S. beret. Here she was...in the darkness of Umbrella's secret lab, face to face with her Captain. Captain Wesker. The very man who took a chance on a thief's daughter and gave her a shot to do some good. The very man she respected...even loved...in her time in his unit. A man she'd known both as a friend and carnally over the last few years. And now he stood with his magnum trained between her eyes, covered in the blood of the living and the dead as he droned on about 'a world of the strong', and 'perfect organisms.' She couldn't believe her eyes or ears...the details were simply lost in the mental static as she gripped her gun tighter. Barry ...Barry had left, despair on his face as he obeyed the man who threatened his family...leaving her and the captain alone. "Captain, I don't...understand. Why do you want to get rid of S.T.A.R.S.?" The hurt must have been evident in her voice. It stopped his monologue mid sentence, turning his gaze towards her. She knew his hard blue eyes were watching her closely from behind reflective lenses. Bootfalls fell closer...and closer to her as he began crossing the room. Her hand jerked up, aiming her beretta towards his face as she set her jaw "Thinking of finishing the job, Wesker?" she snarled, sudden anger flaring up inside her. But too quickly for her to react...he swatted her firing hand to the side, and caught her throat in a tight grip. The cool metal of his magnum pressed through one of the many tears in her uniform, feeling like ice against her bare skin. He'd always been able to pin her down, often leaving himself shadowing her body with his own in the lonely training room. Faster and stronger no matter how hard she tried to catch up. And now, she thought, it'd be the end of me. The end of S.T.A.R.S.

As Wesker's fingers tightened around her throat, she felt the brush of his lips against her cheek, "Now, Now, Jill, you'll have the honor of seeing the Tyrant firsthand." His silky voice whispered in her ear, as she struggled to catch ragged breaths through a throat constricted by silky leather gloves. "gghh..." she coughed. Wiping the spit from her lips with the back of his other hand...Wesker leaned in. Their lips met in a rough and sudden kiss, Jill too surprised and oxygen starved to fight back against her superior officer. As she melted into it, the grip on her throat lessened, her heart pounding in her chest as he let her slump against the wall. "And once you do, I think you'll see my point of view." He purred down at her as she gasped and wheezed for breath. Jill Valentine was in danger...and she knew it.

#resident evil #fanfiction #flash fic #kiss prompts #jill valentine #albert wesker #🌟🌺 #cw choking #cw violence #weskertine

[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

[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

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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

[shehungthemoon]

Fanfic writer asks: ✅ 🤩 🤗

Ty sm for the ask!!! 💖 x ask here, x prompts here!

✅- What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Hmmm, maybe little pieces of physical affection? Even when I am writing (or trying to lol) angst, I always manage to find excuses for my characters to touch each other (in fluffy ways!). Maybe it's bc I am a physical affection girl and NONE OF OTHER THE PEOPLE IN MY LIFE ARE so I could be projecting.

🤩- Who is your favorite character to write?

That's so tough. I rarely ever write more than two fics for any one fandom/ship, so it makes it a little harder for me really get familiar. If I had to pick one, it might be Captain Quinn from Project Blue Book. My magnum opus in his pov has been in the works for years but you can read another shorter fic for pbb here if you're interested! This one is from Allen's perspective, however... whoops!

I also have an unpublished Athelstan/Ragnar reincarnation fic that is a BLAST to write from Ragnar's POV, because he's such a volatile and passionate character and also just so in love with Athelstan that my fingers almost trip over themselves trying to write words from his lips.

🤗- What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

DO WHAT YOU LOVE! You should write fanfic for yourself first and foremost. Let your passion take center stage! The first things I ever wrote were a complete mess of me joining half a dozen different couples across multiple fandoms all in a book club together... I even had a rotary schedule for who got what month. It was insane! And embarrassing! And aimed at nobody else but me. I loved it. JUST KEEP WRITING! :)

#asks #🌻 #fic advice #athelnar #hynequinn #project blue book #ask game

[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

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♡ 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 💜🥀

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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

[wilfywarfy]

YOU! You're Late!

Figured it's about damn time I properly introduce myself. Everyone else has a pinned post, so I'm gonna bandwagon XD

You can call me Wilfy! This is my sideblog where I talk about Markiplier, and basically just vibe

Here you can find shitposts, roleplaying, and just overall chaos

I hope you find my account to be exactly what you're looking for!

Boundaries/Rules/Small guides below!

Fighting, Flirting, Dancing

Flirting and fighting is allowed, but nothing explicit. If anything explicit (i.e. Heavy NSFW) is sent to me, it won't be answered. Other subjects such as gore will be tagged as such. If you're a minor, please do not send/ask for NSFW. Those that are 18 and over may interact with my NSFW blog, @carnivalofchaos (MINORS DNI WITH THE NSFW BLOG.)

There will be adult language. You have been warned. If you'd like me to tag something, please let me know.

Life Needed a Bit of Madness

My account is a mess, but I'm gonna attempt to clean it up a bit. These are the tags I use for RP partners, certain kinds of posts, and etc. (And no, I'm not gonna sort my old posts. I have 2,500+ at the time of writing this and that would just be atrocious)

Late Night With Wilfy: posts that are made after 9PM (my time)

OPs shitty ego art: Art I make that's based around the Markiplier egos

OPs shitty writing: Any writing I make

Musical Madness: Tag I use for my RP threads with freebirdyance Yancy, and anything Wilford X Yancy

Grumpy McGrumperson: Tag for Enzo

Fidget Blanket: Tag for panickedsalesman Eric

What universe is this?: Other fandoms I get sent stuff about

Interview Time!: Asks

I have one labeled anon. If you want to be added to my anon list, send in an ask!

Do I Know You, Friend?

My inbox and messages are always open! Feel free to talk to me about anything! I hope to be a friend, a guide, or... Whatever you need me to be! Speaking of which...

Some people just call him DADDY!

I currently have about 15 internet children, and chances are, you'll see them a lot. We love and respect them here. I always welcome more internet children, so please, feel free to stop by!

It's For Everybody, Not You-

As a roleplay account, I had to find SOME WAY to differentiate the characters. Here's a guide to help you figure out who's who!

Pink: Wilford Warfstache

Purple: Darkiplier, Bim Trimmer

Orange: Bingiplier, Eric Derekson, Ed Edgar, Host

Red: Actor, Captain Magnum, Yandereplier

Blue: Google, Jim's, Dr. Iplier, Stan the Water Man

Green: Silver Shepard

Bolded Black: Yancy

I'm not the best at most of these characters. I mostly do Wilford and Stan, so I'd recommend going to the MANY better characters accounts for most of these.

You Should be Kind and Courteous

Be kind. That's the most I can ask for. I hope that we'll be able to vibe together, and have just a good ol' time.

Welp, here we are, you survived the way through.

"Why don't we have a little fun?"

#late night with wilfy #ops shitty writing #ops shitty ego art #musical madness (yanceford) #grumpy mcgrumperson (enzo) #what universe is this? (other fandom stuff) #interview time! (asks) #fidget blanket (Eric)

[regalrain]

Ego Poll Results + Links

Best Ego Couple:

Winner- Bim Trimmer (D) x Googleplier (R) with 45.8%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Dr.Iplier (D) x Yancy (R), Illinois (D) x Ivyplier (R), Bingiplier (D) x Artiplier (R).

Best Ego Best-friends:

Winner- Darkiplier (D) and Googleplier (R) with 38.5%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Bim Trimmer (D) and Yancy (R), Bim Trimmer (D) and Artiplier (R), Yancy (D) and Ivyplier (R).

Which 'OC' Ego would you like to hear most about?:

Winner- Mori, aka Annus, with 55.6%.

Last place- Slime, aka Slimeiplier, with 5.6%.

Joke Ego Ships:

Winner- The Jims CJ and Rj (D) x Their Camera and Microphone respectively with 23.3%.

Last place- Googleplier (R) x Tiny Windshield Wiper in his mouth with 1.7%.

Horrible Ego Ships:

Winner- The Actor x Anyone with 25%.

Last place- Eric Derekson (D) x Yancy (R) with 1.8%.

Best Ego Polyamorousship:

Winner- Mechanical Hearts (Bim x All the Google’s) with 24.3%.

Last place- Sweet Exploration (Ivyiplier, Eric Derekson, Illinois) with 0%.

Which Ego is the Most Powerful?:

Winner- Darkiplier with 43.6%.

Last place- Silver Shepherd with 0%.

Hottest Ego:

Winner- Darkiplier (Rose) with 31.7%.

Last place- Ivyplier (Ivy/Paris) with 0%.

Which Ego Secretly has the Softest Heart?:

Winner- Yancy (Yance) with 36.7%.

Last place- Ivyplier (Ivy/Paris) with 0%.

Which Ego has been Ruined the Most by the Fandom?:

Winner- Darkiplier with 45.4%.

Tied for last in this vote with 2.1%- Illinois, Bingiplier.

Which Ego would make the Best Older Sibling?:

Winner- Yancy with 28.8%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- The Necromancer, Ivyplier.

Random Ego Fusions! Who’s the coolest for pairings?:

Winner- Illinois and Yancy with 25%.

Last place- Illinois and Googleplier with 0%.

Best pet name/nickname Google has called Bim?:

Winner- Bimothy (His name is not Bimothy) with 51.5%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Troublemaker, Ostentatious, Owner (sarcastic).

Does Anyone want to join in on making Ego Au’s or an Ego Multiverse?:

Winner- Yes with 77.8%. However no one has reached out.

Tied for last place with 11.1%- No, Other/Write-in. However no one has written-in.

Most Kissable Ego?:

Winner- Yancy with 28%.

Last place- Silver Shepherd with 0%.

What is Wilford's best persona name besides Wilford 'Motherloving' Warfstache?:

Winner- Wingleheimer with 48.3%.

Last place- Wrathy Jon with 3.3%.

Who is the most Chaotic Ego?:

Winner- The Jims with 56.9%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Yancy, Captain Magnum.

Suggestive under the cut poll

What Ego has the best Tiddies?:

Winner- Annus (Mori) with 36.8%.

Close Second place- Illinois (Illi) with 31.6%.

Tied for last in this vote with 0 votes- Ivyplier (Paris), Artiplier (Emil), The Necromancer (Milo), Weatherman Jim (MJ), Anchorman Jim (AJ).

What Ego has the Smallest Ass?:

Winner- Eric Derekson with 23.5%.

Last place- Illinois with 0%.

Smallest Ego Ass part 2:

Winner- Actor prior to bodynapping with 33.3%.

Last place- Murdoch with 0%.

#markiplier egos #markiplier

[112-darling]

SFW list because FUHuhwvuqqhCK!

•yes

Inhuman cuddles, titty cuddles, HC’s, Persona x Persona, persona x Canon. Give fluffy please

literally down with a ANYONE. Maybe not like fatherly ones like Captain Magnum, or heehoo, if it’s family then HELL YEAH

Genuinely do not care with SFW <3 go at it and have fun. Because I will cry no matter what you give me.

[orange-waterfalls]

Cat!Reader? Cat!Reader.

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Listen. Listen. Just... They would all love you! That’s it! That’s the whole post. You can leave. no don’t i worked hard on this uhhhhhh i only did 5! bc... it was not specific... and i couldn’t really do much here... but i like this. You are A Cat. That is literally it. i think it’s cute. Dark, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Magnum are the egos. so basically the egos in AHWM. uhhhh rated G! Because the worst word i say is piss. I think that’s everything. This one’s pretty boring but also very soft so I think it makes up for it. Enjoy!

Asks/Requests are open!

Cat!reader w/ some egos

Darkiplier is worried. What the hell happened to you? Why were you a cat? Did you piss off a wizard or what? Since you can’t really answer any of his questions, he decides to just… vibe, really. He pets you, he plays with you, gives you scritches, normal things people do with cats. He doesn’t even really mind that you’re his friend and he might regret this when you turn back to normal. You’re cute, that’s all there is to it. He doesn’t know what to feed you so he just gives you a whole can of tuna. He later looks it up and realizes maybe that wasn’t the best idea. He keeps a close eye on you to make sure you won’t like… keel over and die or something. He does the “pspsps” thing at you and is happily surprised when you actually respond by running over to him. He is ELATED you are so CUTE. He decides to cuddle you when he goes to sleep, and he sleeps much better than he had in awhile. When he wakes up in the morning, you are no longer a cat. Subsequently, he is now cuddling human-you. In his bed. And you may or may not be naked. He gently squirms out of bed, as to not make you uncomfortable. He leaves a hoodie and some sweatpants by the bed for when you wake up. When you do wake up, he asks you if you remember everything from the day before. You do, but you save him the embarrassment by saying you don’t. You do tease him sometimes by going “pspsps” when he walks by.

Wilford loves you. You are small, you are adorable, you are soft. You are also a cat at this point, but whatever. He’d like to know how you got to be this lil baby that you are, but soon gets distracted from that because HOLY LORD YOU’RE ADORABLE. He immediately goes out and buys a lil collar with bells for you, to keep track of you in your small form. He spends most of the day just watching you, seeing what you do. You did normal cat things, and he began to wonder if you really were… well… you. Once you took a nap, and he woke you so you could eat. You trilled at him and he jumped off the ground a little in pure joy. He fed you only the BEST food. Meaning he fed you turkey slices and salami. He bought you a tiny sweater and made you wear it. You just… let it happen, really. At night, you snuggled up on his chest. He was so happy for someone who couldn’t breathe. He woke up before you and saw that you were a person again. He was a little sad, he wouldn’t lie. The tiny sweater was just sitting at the foot of the bed. He sat next to you and waited for you to wake up. When you did wake, he shoved some clothes in your face and told you “we’re getting a cat!”. You sighed, not really in a position to argue.

Yancy is confused. Why were you a cat? How did you turn into a cat? Do people just turn into cats nowadays? In any case, he stays away from you, mostly. Doesn’t want to hurt you. You look very fragile, he doesn’t want anything to happen to you. However, you are a cat, and are very curious. You know how the saying goes. He has to keep a close eye on you to make sure you don’t do anything you’re not supposed to. Such as: eat plastic, climb a tree, eat plastic, eat grasshoppers, eat plastic-WHY DO YOU KEEP EATING PLASTIC? Eventually he just decides to swaddle you in a blanket so you can’t move. That ends with you screaming in your little cat voice and him nearly crying before letting you go. He also gives you turkey as a treat because he feels bad. He tried to stay awake to keep an eye on you, but fell asleep in his chair. He woke up startled by the fact that he’d fallen asleep. He was also pretty sore. More importantly: oh god where did you go? He panicked, yelling your name while looking around. He found you asleep in your bed and sighed. He sat in a chair nearby and waited for you to wake up. When you did wake up he saw that you were… not wearing clothes… and coughed while looking away. He stuttered an excuse and left the room, blushing profusely. You smiled and got dressed.

Illinois is unfazed. Not the most normal of things to happen to people he knows, definitely not the weirdest. He’s more surprised that it didn’t happen on an adventure with him. Were you cursed? He knew a thing or two about curses. While attempting to figure it out, he realized that you were a cat. Like, just a cat. Like a “I will knock down every item above 2 feet from the ground” cat. You started knocking down objects he’d kept from adventures. Most were very sturdy, but a select few were very fragile. He caught most of them, but you were just too small and agile. He glared at you as he angrily swept up the pieces of broken artifacts from the floor. He sulked about it for a while, before you hopped in his lap and got comfy. He gave you a little smile before petting you as you napped. He fed you actual cat food he’d bought from the store, because he is a responsible pet owner. He also bought a feather toy for you to play with. He knew this wasn’t a very smart investment, but screw you, he was a grown man who could spend his money how he wanted. He laid down to sleep that night and you curled up onto a pillow right next to his ear. The purring was very soothing for him and he fell asleep quickly. In the morning, he was greeted with your face right in front of him. He smirked, seeing an opportunity in hand. He cleared his throat, and woke you up. Your eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to tease you. You stopped him by whacking him in the face with a pillow. You walked away to find some clothes while he laughed.

Magnum is entertained. Now, what the hell’d you do to get yourself turned into a feline? Piss off a sorcerer? Piss off a god? Piss of Davy Jones himself? He didn’t know, but he had a good time thinking about it. However, the sea is not the best place for a cat such as yourself. He restricted you to his cabin so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. He checked on you every 10 minutes to make sure you hadn’t slipped away somehow. Once you got past him and onto the deck. The crew panicked and jumped away, as to not accidentally step on you. Magnum caught up to you and you meowed(screamed) at him repeatedly. He picked you up and held you to his face and asked “What do ye WANT, child?!” He then realized that you might be hungry, and caught some fish for you to eat. He then sat in the room for a few minutes(half an hour) just watching you dancing around, thinking you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. At night, he doesn’t usually sleep. However, considering you had already cuddled up at his feet, he couldn’t exactly move. So he just went to sleep in his chair. You woke before him in the morning(he hadn’t slept in a while) and changed into some clothes a crew member lent you. He panicked in the cabin, not knowing where you went. He slammed the door open and saw you chatting with the crew. He sighed, relieved, and went back into his cabin to sleep.

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