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welkinsky · 1 year

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hey i saw that you write for bleach so i’m sending a couple of requests if that’s alright!

could do you write any hcs of what dating ichigo and renji would look like? tyyy

Bleach Boys X Reader | How It Is Like To Date Them

A/N: Lemme know if you want to see this for some other character from some any anime you want, if I've seen it then I'd love to write about them <;3 Have a beautiful day <3

Ichigo

First of all, let's get this thing very clear he was not the one who asked for a date. Even though he was the one to fall first but he didn't have the guts or enough knowledge on how to take these feelings forward.

The poor guy used to drop hints left and right and you used to wait for him to make a move but HE WAS SCARED.

At first, you were annoyed thinking he was giving you mixed signals because HONEY we do not do mixed signals in 2023 anymore. (Like, quite literally boo you deserve better <3)

You were about to give up on him when you overheard him talking to Chad who was even denser and was so confused as to why Ichigo won't tell you his feelings.

So you decided to go for it and the guy had the AUDACITY to act as if he had no interest at all, it was playful teasing of course.

But dating him at times might feel like dating a wall. He is so DENSE at times that you question your decision to ever even think about going out with him.

But this was his first time so he was learning things too and let me tell you he never makes the same mistake again and mentions something that he has no clue about, the next day he'll be an expert in it. He wants you to know that he is trying his best!

His love language is physical touch and the act of service and most of the time he does it subtly in public but when you two are alone, YOU ARE HIS QUEEN. Would do quite literally anything you ask him to do.

Is very protective of you because ever since the word got out that you two are dating you were in danger. So at all times, you have to pick up your phone and wear the charm that he got made just for you to keep any negative aura away from you and to be able to track you, just in case anything happens.

Renji

You two met in the human realm when he was taking a walk with Rukia. He never really pays much attention to humans but as soon as his eyes landed on you man oh man he was stuck.

Like, quite literally didn't move for a couple of seconds. He didn't want to lose even a second of a chance to not look at you.

Lucky for him you went to the same school as Ichigo. After seeing you that day he was stuck on you, he didn't tell anyone but you didn't leave his mind even for a second and zoned out quite a lot and one day they all were chilling on the rooftop of the school when you walked in.

His eyes couldn't believe you and it was very obvious that he was awestruck because of the fact that he forgot to even close his mouth. Everyone was shocked and amused at the same time heh.

He pushed Ichigo away from his way and before he can even think about it he was asking you out. As he got closer, his sense of the outer world completely faded as if he was in a trance or something.

Everyone still makes fun of him till day to act like that and he always replies with, "And I had a very clear reason?"

He is someone who will not show his affection publicly but will not back down if someone has an eye on you. yea he is the jealous type but is weirdly secure in himself at the same time. He just likes to test the other person I guess. But if that makes you uncomfortable then one word and he'll stop.

Just like Ichigo, he also worries about your safety a lot. Because he holds a high position in the 13 court guard squads he has to be careful when it comes to you. At first, he used to hide some talisman in your bag all the time to make sure you were safe but when things got serious he told you the entire situation and advised you to do exactly as he says.

Might as well keep one of his men to safeguard you while things get worse if you're a human. If you have powers then he'll make sure to train you as much as possible because he trusts in you and your intuitive ability to judge the situation and fight.

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beehunni62 · 1 year

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Rare Portraits Depicting Hanfu Worn with Right Over Left Lapel Closing (左衽).

Thirteenth Ancestor Portrait from Portrait Album of Wu’s Ancestors 吳氏先祖容像十三. Ni Renji. Painted sometime between the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty during the artist’s life (1607-1685). Yiwu Museum, Zhejiang, China [image source].

For the Han, the left lapel was considered Yang and the right one Yin and, thus, living people placed the left lapel over the right one to symbolize Yang (life) covering Yin (death). That’s why only dead people had their right lapel over their left. In the case of the dead, Yin (death; right lapel) overtook Yang (life; left lapel). Moreover, the left over right lapel (右衽) served as an ethnic distinction for the Han.

However, not all living Han people followed this tradition and there are documented cases of them wearing their hanfu with the right lapel over the left one.

There are exceptions in which living Han Chinese would wear clothing with a zuoren closure. For example, in some areas (such as Northern Hebei) in the 10th century, some ethnic Han Chinese could be found wearing left-lapel clothing. It was also common for the Han Chinese women to adopt left lapel under the reign of foreign nationalities, such as in the such as in the Yuan dynasty. The practice of wearing the zuoren also continued in some areas of the Ming dynasty despite being a Han Chinese-ruled dynasty which is an atypical feature.

Wikipedia, Garment collars in Hanfu

Fifth Ancestor Portrait from Portrait Album of Wu’s Ancestors 吳氏先祖容像五. Ni Renji. Painted sometime between the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty during the artist’s life (1607-1685). Yiwu Museum, Zhejiang, China [image source].

Other non-Han ethnicities, such as the Khitans and Xianbei, would preserve their 左衽 tradition even after adopting hanfu. It’s possible for these women (and its mostly women wearing hanfu depicted with 左衽) to be non-Han in origin or are Han but came from areas where 左衽 was still practiced due to non-Han ethnic influence. I remember reading somewhere that, South of the Yangtze, certain Han women wore their hanfu in both styles.

Since almost all of the portraits below are ancestor portraits and there are plenty of those where the women and men wear 右衽 despite being dead at the time of painting, it’s unlikely that the 左衽 depicted is meant to indicate that the woman is dead.

Portrait of the wife of a dignitary with maid by Chow Ying. Scroll. Painting on silk. 16th century. Moscow State Museum of Oriental Art [image source].

Portrait of Father Zhang Jimin and Mother Zhao. Unknown artist. Ming or Qing dynasty, Late Ming or early Qing dynasty (17th century or later). Hanging scroll. Ink and colors on silk. Arthur M. Sackler Gallery. National Museum of Asian Art, Smithsonian Institution [image source].

Ancestor Portrait of a Court Lady. Possibly Ming Dynasty. Unknown artist. Hanging scroll (laid down on panel), ink and color on silk. The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art [image source].

Notice how, even the maid in the background above, has 左衽.

Possible Portrait of Ancestor with maid. Unknown Artist. Possibly Ming Dynasty [image source].

Ancestor Portrait. Unknown artist. Late 19th century. Qing Dynasty. Auguttes Auction House. [image source].

Note: Be careful when dating ancestor portraits. Many were painted posthumously and could depict ancestors from multiple previous generations. Just because the figures are seen wearing a dynasty’s distinctive clothing, does not necessarily mean that it was painted then. Some Qing Dynasty ancestor portraits depict ancestors from the Ming Dynasty and, thus, artists painted the figures with Ming clothing.

Images portraying hanfu in the Ming Dynasty with 左衽 drawn by Sesshu Toyo (1420 - 1506 CE), a Japanese monk who visited China between 1467 to 1469. Ink on paper [image source].

More portraits with 左衽 and modern recreation:

#chinese history #chinese culture #ming dynasty #ancestor portraits #右左衽 #hanfu #ming paintings #ming portraits

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intotheroaringverse · 5 months

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Nell Park: Cross my heart, won't tell no other.

A chuva batia com força sobre o château, com ruídos que eram assustadores. A velocidade do vento era tanta que ele assobiava, pregando peças em Nell, a fazendo ter sobressaltos. Automaticamente, ela se lembrava de coisas que não estavam resolvidas para ela, que talvez nunca se resolvessem. O silvo do vento a fazia pensar sobre um passado distante, sua versão de 13 anos se fingindo de morta em uma montanha de corpos para sobreviver. Automaticamente a destra procurava por sua varinha, agarrando o cabo como se sua vida dependesse disso. Agarrada no pedaço de madeira, fechou os olhos e tentou se lembrar do que tinha aprendido.

Feche os olhos. Se mantenha sentada. Se cerque de calor.

Minutos depois, estava dentro de uma banheira com água quente. Seu corpo ainda tremia, mas aos poucos conseguia relaxar. Nell podia fechar os olhos e respirar fundo, trazendo o aroma de lavanda para dentro dos seus pulmões e clareando sua mente. Nada poderia pegá-la ali. Ninguém iria lhe alcançar. Ela estava em um lugar seguro.

Repetia para ela mesma aquelas palavras como um mantra, até conseguir fingir acreditar.

Nell esperava nada de ninguém; se tinha alguma coisa a proteger, seria ela mesma. Não contava com nada além da sorte e seus próprios poderes. Por isso era tão importante estar em alerta, pronta para qualquer coisa. Sabia que podia contar com sua família, mas ela não conseguia pensar em como eles iriam livrar ela de um perigo eminente. Não puderam fazer nada da última vez. Por isso amar alguém era tão difícil, ela pensava. Porque você tinha que estar pronto para perdê-lo no próximo minuto.

Afundou a cabeça na banheira, refletindo sobre como era até mesmo seguro estar sozinha.

As noites após a lua cheia eram difíceis. Todo o período que precedia era, é claro, porque podia sentir a variação de humor de Renji conforme a lua ficava mais nítida no céu. Preparava a poção de acônito e deixava pronta para que ele tomasse, antes de sair para algum lugar longe e seguro. Se dependesse dela, não iria para lugar algum e ficaria ao seu lado até todo aquele pesadelo acabar, mas sabia que não era assim que funcionava. Não podia segurar sua mão durante a transformação, mas poderia segurar quando ela acabasse.

— E também tem sálvia, ouvi dizer que ajuda a afastar os maus espíritos — comentava, o ajudando a se despir para entrar na banheira. Usualmente faria aquilo com as mais sujas intenções, mergulhando com ele e saindo dali apenas quando não lembrasse mais nem seu nome ou como era andar, mas ali, o vendo exausto, sabendo o quanto era desconfortável passar por tudo aquilo, seus pensamentos eram outros. — Não estou dizendo que vai realmente fazer tudo passar, mas que talvez engane a sua mente por alguns minutos.

Havia cuidado e carinho em como ela esfregava as costas dele, cantarolando alguma música antiga e folclórica que ela já não tinha certeza de onde tinha aprendido, em suas andanças. A água quente era depositada por ela mesma sobre ele, enquanto murmurava palavras gentis, o lembrando que estava em casa e que ele poderia descansar agora. Que, naquele momento, Renji estava seguro e que havia um lar para recebê-lo. Ela beijava os nós de seus dedos e acariciava seus cabelos.

— Eu prometo fazer dessa cabana um lugar seguro. Se você me quiser por perto por mais tempo — deixou escapar, as palavras caindo pesadas quando ela percebeu o quanto estava sendo sincera.

Estava consciente de que ele tinha se mantido seguro e bem por conta próprias nos últimos anos e que não precisava de uma jovem metida a inteligente por saber criar portais e ter conhecimento técnico sobre diversas coisas porque é uma nerd qualquer. Sabia muito bem que na maior parte do tempo, as pessoas eram quem viam Renji como o perigo e não o contrário. Mas também sabia o quanto era doloroso se manter à margem, sem ninguém.

— Talvez eu não queira ir de manhã como se nada tivesse acontecido — acrescentou, sem conseguir olhar em seus olhos, sabendo o quanto era difícil expressar aquilo para alguém, especialmente quando não estava mentindo e dissimulando. — Talvez eu ache que sua casa fica melhor quando não só passa por aqui, mas vive por aqui. Talvez eu queira viver aqui.

Engoliu em seco, sabendo que ele podia ouvir como seu coração batia forte naquele momento, onde tudo estava na mais fina linha entre um mero caso e algo mais sério.

— Talvez eu não queira me esconder em armários, e só queira... Ficar. Com você.

E se ela não pudesse ficar e tivesse que fugir de novo, ela esperava que fosse com ele, também. Para onde fosse preciso ir. Era essa a forma de Nell dizer "eu amo você".

— Se for preciso, nós vamos fugir — falava em tom de voz baixo.

A blusa de botões estava com as mangas enroladas até os cotovelos, e mesmo assim tinha conseguido se molhar inteira ajoelhada ao lado da pequena banheira. Estava do lado de fora da casa, no quintal onde tinha um canteiro com as ervas necessárias para a poção que produzia todo mês, assim como o pequeno espaço vazio no chão, onde abria seus portais para suas rotas de fuga. A grama pisoteada com frequência indicava o número de vezes que vinha frequentando essa saída estratégica.

Os rumores eram terríveis, o que significava que eram verdadeiros. Uma verdadeira caça a "bruxos especiais" estava se iniciando na Europa, então levaria pouco tempo para que começassem a aderir nos Estados Unidos. Chegando lá, até se depararem com o nome dela e de sua família, não demoraria muito. E se soubessem que ela tinha gerado o segundo bebê nascido de um lobisomem e uma humana, nos registros do mundo bruxo, o que iriam fazer?

— Eu, você e seu pai, sem nem olhar para trás. Nós já fizemos isso antes, podemos fazer isso de novo — continuava a dizer, olhando aquela criança de quase um ano e meio brincando com a água e seus brinquedinhos, alheio a urgência daquela promessa. — Maximus Abarai, ninguém vai colocar as mãos em você, eu prometo.

Como se ele concordasse com o que ela tinha dito, Maximus bateu as palmas das mãos na água, trazendo o cheiro de lavanda, sálvia e acônito para cima de Nell. Ela sorriu para ele, passando os dedos com carinho em seus cabelos escuros. O amava da lua até Saturno, por todas as estações, acima de todos os temores noturnos que agora a atacavam com mais frequência.

— Ninguém vai tirar você do seu lugar seguro.

Ela dizia aquilo para ele, e para Renji, e para ela mesma.

#Spotify #nell park

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skullkxd · 1 year

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What were your siblings like? Do you remember?

”— Renji was already in high school when I was born. He was the one who was always taking me to daycare or kindergarten. He was kinda frazzled sometimes, and he didn’t like ghost Pokémon, but he was smart. Really smart. And he liked computers? He always fixed my toys for me. The old man was always super proud of him.

Riley was… really shy. He didn’t like talking to strangers. I always tried to… stick up for him, I think? But he always listened to our folks. He was the good son. I think he was ma’s favorite.”

#anonymous #;; answered #;; about #Each parent had a favorite :)

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garotadoinverno · 2 months

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Natalya Orlov - Nightmare

Existem situações em que quando noticiadas através de jornais, ou cartas escritas por familiares, você fica triste, dá apoio e suporte da forma como consegue, porém, quando passa por uma situação similar, a sua vida vira de cabeça para baixo. Ela sabia o quanto Natasha tinha sofrido em Ilvermony, sabia o quanto foi difícil para ela voltar para a Rússia, porém, a última coisa que imaginava é que se envolveria em uma guerra tão ruim quanto a que sua caçula passou. Ela tinha o apoio da caçula, assim como tinha o apoio de Lana. Apesar da mais velha ter passado pela mesma guerra, estava muito melhor do que Natalya.

Era recorrente a quantidade de vezes que acordava tossindo, parecendo que estava sendo sufocada pela quantidade de fumaça e fogo que quase a matou na Rússia. Ela tremia, algumas vezes as lágrimas escorriam por seu rosto de forma automática, até seu corpo entender que ela estava bem, em segurança. Ela sabia que com o tempo e cuidado de terapia, as lembranças seriam amenizadas. Ela sabia que podia contar com suas irmãs para desabafar e falar sobre o assunto sempre que os tremores retornavam a seu corpo.

Sabia de muitas coisas, mas em meio a noite, a única coisa que acontecia, era a russa ficar sentada do lado de fora, o cigarro aceso em mãos, enquanto observava o céu escuro e estrelado.

— Eu sabia que ia te encontrar aqui de novo. — Natasha apareceu, sentando ao seu lado, e passando o braço em suas costas. — É… Anda sendo frequente, né? — Sim. Mas é um processo, vão ter noites e mais noites que vai parecer que está vivendo um filme de terror, mas depois ameniza, por mais que as memórias acabem te assombrando para sempre. — Quem diria que a caçula iria me ajudar a lidar com terror noturno algum dia.

Algumas noites eram acompanhadas por Natasha, outras por Lana, mas de sete dias na semana, se ela dormia uma noite toda era muito.

Durante o dia, Natalya era só sorrisos e maluquices, apoiando os alunos, os colegas de trabalho, tentando ajudar todos aqueles que a acolheram tão bem em ilhas asiáticas, quando tudo o que ela esperava após a guerra, era a morte.

— Essa galera montava em tronco de árvore, acha mesmo que não dominam esse bambu que vocês chamam de vassoura?

Era um jeito torto dela apoiar os russos? Sim. Deixava Renji puto? Mais ainda. Jurava que era tudo por um bem maior, nem aí que o lobisomem poderia colocar ela para correr em dois segundos.

Eram poucas as aulas de transfiguração que dava, então, tinha tempo de ocupar a cabeça se metendo nas aulas alheias. O problema era que os professores de Mahoutokoro enrolavam mais que tudo, ou seja, ela acabava tendo tempo ocioso para pensar nos próprios surtos.

Era uma batalha por dia, e enquanto ela tivesse forças, iria lutar. A questão era, por quanto tempo mais ela suportaria ter pesados com sua própria morte todas as noites?

#natalya orlov

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wotakugovietnam · 8 months

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Mặc dù có rất nhiều cảnh đánh nhau trong tập mới nhất có nhiều nhân vật, nhưng việc các nhân vật chế nhạo nhau chắc chắn là một trong những điểm nổi bật của tập mới nhất. Tuy nhiên, không gì có thể so sánh được với những gì đã xảy ra ở cuối tập phim, khi chúng ta thấy Toshiro trỗi dậy như một Thây ma và sẵn sàng chiến đấu với đồng đội Shinigami của mình. Diễn biến này khiến người hâm mộ rất háo hức khám phá điều gì sẽ xảy ra trong Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War Tập 23 sắp tới. Rất nhiều điều đang diễn ra trong kịch bản phần hiện tại và nó phải đoán trước những gì có thể xảy ra trong tập sắp tới. Việc thiếu bản xem trước hoặc tiêu đề không giúp dự đoán điều gì có thể xảy ra trong tập sắp tới. Nhưng chúng tôi vẫn có quyền tự do suy đoán về những gì có thể xảy ra trong Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War Tập 23, và chúng tôi sẽ làm điều đó. Ngoài ra, chúng tôi cũng sẽ cung cấp thông tin chi tiết về tập phim nói trên. Thông tin chi tiết về Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War Tập 23 sẽ bao gồm ngày và giờ phát hành của tập phim khi nó ra mắt và nơi nó sẽ có sẵn để xem sau khi nó ra mắt. Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War tập 23 Như chúng ta nghĩ rằng Mayuri chiếm thế thượng phong trong cuộc chiến chống lại lũ thây ma của Giselle với Espada được hồi sinh, thì kẻ sau thậm chí còn có bàn tay lớn hơn và đưa ra một Hitsugaya được biến hình. Điều này đủ để khiến người xem nghẹt thở và người hâm mộ chắc chắn rất vui mừng về việc phát hành tập sắp tới. Rất có thể, Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War Tập 23 sẽ tiếp tục với cuộc chiến giữa Zombie Hitsugaya và Epadas hồi sinh, và vì Epadas đã phát triển mạnh mẽ hơn trước, anh ta chắc chắn sẽ khiến Espada phải chạy đua để kiếm tiền và thậm chí mang lại một số kỷ niệm. Espada sẽ không thể một mình hạ Hitsugaya được. Vì vậy, chúng ta sẽ thấy chính Mayuri tham gia vào trận chiến và có thể đưa ra một số kho vũ khí thú vị để chiến đấu với Hitsugaya và thậm chí hóa giải hiện tượng zombie hóa trên người anh ta. Điều này có thể dẫn đến việc Giselle tiết lộ danh tính và ngoại hình thực sự của mình, và cuộc chiến của họ sẽ lên đến đỉnh điểm khi Mayuri đánh bại kẻ trước đó và xóa sổ thêm một Shinigami nữa. Mặc dù cuộc chiến này có thể kết thúc nhưng vẫn còn nhiều cuộc chiến đang diễn ra và những vấn đề khác. Chúng ta cũng có thể thấy những cái nhìn thoáng qua về Renji và Jazz B, trong khi kế hoạch gửi Ichiogo, Orhime và Sado đến Cung điện Hoàng gia cũng sẽ được xem. Tuy nhiên liệu nó có thành công không? Chúng tôi cho rằng nó sẽ diễn ra với một tiểu phẩm hài hước, nhưng đây chỉ là những suy đoán. Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War Tập 23 Ngày phát hành Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War Tập 23 sẽ được phát hành vào Thứ Bảy, ngày 16 tháng 9 năm 2023, lúc 23:30 giờ Giờ Chuẩn Nhật Bản. Sau đây là những thời điểm khác nhau giống nhau; 07:30 giờ Thái Bình Dương vào Thứ Bảy, ngày 16 tháng 9 năm 2022. 09:30 giờ Miền Trung vào Thứ Bảy, ngày 16 tháng 9 năm 2022. 10:30 giờ Miền Đông vào Thứ Bảy, ngày 16 tháng 9 năm 2022. 20:00 giờ theo giờ chuẩn Ấn Độ vào Thứ Bảy, ngày 16 tháng 9 năm 2022. 00:30 giờ theo giờ chuẩn Úc vào Chủ Nhật, ngày 17 tháng 9 năm 2022. Xem Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War Tập 23 ở đâu? Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War Tập 23 sẽ có sẵn trên nhiều nền tảng khác nhau dành cho người hâm mộ trên toàn cầu, nhưng tập này sẽ chỉ có một hoặc hai giờ sau khi ra mắt trên các mạng địa phương của Nhật Bản. Các nền tảng phát trực tuyến các tập mới của Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War là Netflix , Disney+, Hulu và nhiều nền tảng địa phương khác nhưng có thể áp dụng các giới hạn địa lý đối với chúng.

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lesparaversdemillina · 1 year

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#yule #9782811668228 #éditionsPika #ColdWinterChallenge #ColdWinterChallenge2022 #Femmedepouvoir #Manga #Reinedesneiges #RenjiASAI #Seinen #ShinSAWADA #SpyXfamily #ViolenceAction #ViolenceActionT1

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lovelyballetandmore · 3 years

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Ma Renjie | Hong Kong Ballet | Photo by @Swkit

#ma renjie #hong kong ballet #blue tights #ballet slippers #balletmodel

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swanlake1998 · 2 years

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ma renjie and nana sakai photographed performing as the bluebird and princess florine in sleeping beauty by conrad dy-liacco

#ma renjie #nana sakai #ballet #ballerino #ballerina #conrad dy-liacco #sleeping beauty

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blackbellybella · 3 years

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Also this is a sheet... a bed sheet from Walmart.

✨innovation✨

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intotheroaringverse · 4 months

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Plot? Que plot? Tinha um roteiro e só, mas já que abriram as portas de gente sedenta...

Se ela tivesse que ser honesta, teria que admitir que nunca que esteve em seus planos ser mãe antes dos 25 anos. A maior prova de que ela não estava habilitada a isso foi ter dado o nome do cavalo da história da Rapunzel pro seu filho - e, pior ainda, o pai ter concordado com isso. Mas era por causa do pai de Maximus que Eleanor Jia Park jamais iria reclamar de ter tirado uma licença maternidade após ser efetivada no trabalho. Bastava olhar para o modo como Renji era com crianças para saber que, mesmo sem planejamento, ele era o melhor pai que poderia escolher para seu bebê.

Saber disso era um conforto e também uma agonia.

Alguma coisa de muito errado tinha tinha acontecido com sua cabeça naquele intervalo de tempo. Porque não era possível que assistir aquele homem enorme, girando com o bebê deles nos braços imitando o vôo de uma vassoura apenas para ouvir a risada do filho deles, fosse ser a coisa mais sexy que Nell já presenciou na vida. Mas definitivamente sua buceta estava piscando ao vê-lo tão competente, tão confortável e tão certo para aquele papel. Ela queria os bebês daquele homem. Ela queria todos os bebês que ele pudesse lhe dar.

Bastou Renji colocar Maximus na cama e fechar a porta, e ela mesma já estava a postos. Quando ele entrou no quarto, ela já estava o aguardando, nenhuma roupa no corpo, uma coleira no pescoço, o cabelo em um rabo de cavalo na altura certa para ele puxar, as pernas afastadas no ângulo exato para exibir a buceta molhada e ansiosa e um sorriso cínico no rosto.

— Se lembre que você precisa ocupar a minha boca para não fazermos barulho — avisou, piscando para ele com uma falsa inocência.

Renji precisava mesmo daquele lembrete, porque se dependesse de Nell, ela não teria freio algum. Mas como poderia ter? Tinha a língua deliciosa do namorado de esfregando em seus pequenos lábios, os dedos circulando a sua entrada, ameaçando invadir a qualquer momento, e os sussurros perguntando quanto tempo ela estava ansiosa para que ele a comesse de novo. Era a obrigação, como a putinha dele, responder apropriadamente.

— O tempo todo, desde a última vez que você me comeu de manhã — a voz dela era carregada de manha, empurrando o rosto do outro entre as pernas e ondulando o quadril sem vergonha alguma, praticamente esfregando a buceta no rosto dele. — Eu preciso que meu homem esteja me fazendo gemer pra ele, ou eu não consigo pensar em outra coisa.

E como ela ousaria a pensar em outra coisa que não os dedos de Renji a preenchendo e seus lábios sugando seu clitóris, a fazendo estremecer e choramingar dizendo que sim, era isso, era desse jeito? Ela não poderia ousar pensar em mais nada que não na forma possessiva com que ele a dedava, lambendo e beijando sua buceta, fazendo questão que ela murmurasse seu nome, até precisar da palma de sua mão para morder quando não aguentou mais e se deixou amolecer sob seu comando, gozando na mão dele.

O brilho de adoração no olhar de Nell era tão óbvio; ela não desgrudava do rosto dele, sendo obediente e prestativa, devolvendo a forma intensa que ele a encarava enquanto ele a fazia lamber os dedos melados por ela mesma e suas mãos trabalhavam ao mesmo tempo no fecho da calça dele. Todo o desejo que sentia estava ali, estampado em seu rosto, sem nem mesmo cogitar esconder ou desviar o olhar, nem mesmo quando o saboreou com a ponta da língua, esfregando bem a cabeça e sentindo o gosto do pré-gozo ali, pronto para ela.

— Sabe o que a sua cadelinha quer, babe? — perguntou, o rosto transbordando uma falsa inocência, com direito a um beicinho projetado, mesmo que estivesse intercalando suas palavras com o oral mais babado que já tinha feito na vida, a saliva escorrendo pelo pau e atingindo as bolas junto. — Que você encha a bucetinha dela de porra, que me deixe transbordando.

Obviamente que ela mamaria ele até ele pintar seu rosto inteiro com leite quente, mas naquele momento, ela só pensava naquele cacete duro e largo a atravessando até a deixar sem ar, a estocando sem misericórdia até ela virar uma poça de prazer e desespero. Renji era de poucas palavras, mas quando ele as usava, era de forma efetiva, e quando ele a mandou ficar de quatro, bem empinada, ela sorria consciente que teria o que pediu.

— Porra! É tão grande... Eu nunca vou me acostumar com o quanto você é grande, babe — a voz era quase chorosa agora, sentindo aquele cacete alargando sua xota mesmo depois de ter sido preparada para ele. Nell nunca ia estar pronta, essa era a verdade, e ela amava saber que independente disso, ele iria enfiar inteiro nela, até ter a sensação de que ele estava alcançando seu útero.

Ser a literal cadelinha do namorado compensava, e muito. A mão dele a puxava pela coleira e pelo cabelo, a obrigando a ficar de cabeça erguida, ao mesmo passo em que tomava a maior surra de rola que já tinha experimentado. Ela não sabia contar quantos tapas tinha tomado na bunda e quantos tinha tomado na cara por gemer alto demais a cada estocada profunda, não sabia quantas vezes tinha dito que estava muito bom, que ela queria mais, que a bucetinha dela era só dele e só ele fodia ela daquele jeito, do jeito certo. Ela não sabia dizer quantas vezes ela gozou ao redor do cacete dele, e como foi preciso a mão dele sobre sua boca para ela parar de choramingar alto pedindo para ele não parar de foder ela, que ela aguentava mais. Mas sabia quando olhou para ele, em súplica:

— Goza pra mim, babe, mete lá fundo. Eu quero tanto sua porra dentro de mim. Por favor, por favor.

Ele a virou de uma única vez na cama, puxando as pernas dela para cima e a fodendo com tanta determinação que seus rostos estavam a poucos centímetros um do outro. Ela podia ver a determinação no olhar dele mudar para alívio quando empurrou o quadril uma última vez, tão forte e tão fundo que ela realmente ficou sem ar por alguns segundos, até sentir os jatos quentes a preenchendo, grossos e intermináveis.

Quando ele terminou e fez menção a desencaixar, suas pernas o envolveram, assim como seus braços. O olhar de adoração estava de volta no rosto de Park e ela sabia bem que estava brincando com os limites naquele momento, ao dizer:

— Foi tão bom... Mas sua cadelinha quer mais. Eu quero me sentir cheia de você.

E se o efeito colateral fosse outro Maximus, e daí? Eles iriam tirar de letra. Além do mais... Ele era o culpado pela vontade de implorar por pica daquele jeito.

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First of all, let me tell you that I'M A BIG FAN OF YOUR RENRUKI FANWORK! I've read all of your work in two days (except portions of foxes cause I'm not ready to read Byakuya dead) and enjoyed every bit of it!

Just saw the Rukia birthday event and wondered if you would be willing to write something Ichigo and Rukia discussing her feelings about Renji. I mean we have always seen it the other way round in canon.

It could preferably be set on her birthday being celebrated in living world and Orihime and Renji are together fooding away? Because I adore RenHime friendship. Renji genuinely seems like an older brother figure for everyone but Rukia.

It's just something I want to read from your POV.

And it's completely fine if you don't want to write this. And thank you!

I did it almost entirely according to your specifications, except I decided to set it just after the Fullbringer arc instead of Rukia’s birthday, just because I feel like this is a very juicy time for Renruki feelings. (This is, in some ways, a companion to Confession is Good for the Soul, a short piece I wrote about Renji’s feelings in the days leading up to the Fullbringer arc, and it contains a lot of allusions to my big series, the Heart is a Muscle, including some things that haven’t actually happened yet). Hope you like it!

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🥚 🍆 🥪

It was strange to be back in a gigai.

It was strange to be back in human clothes, her uncomfortably corporeal nose filling with the overwhelming smell of human food cooking in the next room.

It was not strange to be back in Orihime’s apartment. That was just nice.

Ichigo leaned over. “I feel like we should be helping,” he hissed into her ear.

“Our job is of the utmost importance,” Rukia replied quietly. “We eat the food and critique it, bearing witness to the skill of the cooks.”

Ichigo rolled his head around to regard her with half-lidded eyes. “Well, I guess that answers the question of how stuff with Byakuya is going.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rukia sniffed. “My relationship with my brother is perfect.”

“It’s been a year and a half,” Ichigo protested. “How am I supposed to know what’s going on with you?” He paused. “But that’s cool that you’ve been getting along.”

“A year and a half is a very long time for humans, but it is barely a hiccup in Soul Society,” Rukia announced loftily. “I am surprised that you don’t yet seem to have a career of any sort, or own any real estate.”

“I don’t care if you want to pretend you didn’t miss me,” Ichigo jabbed a finger at her, “but don’t pull that shit when Inoue can hear you. She was super excited when she found out you were visiting.”

“I never said I didn’t miss you,” Rukia crossed her arms.

Ichigo snorted. “It’s good to see you, too.”

Rukia hadn’t actually expected she would get to see Ichigo for a while. Lieutenants generally didn’t go on routine patrol missions, and leisure passes to the World of the Living had been especially hard to come by since the Winter War ended. It was okay, in Rukia’s opinion. Ichigo had his powers back, and he was no longer in danger from those Fullbringer menaces. She could see him sooner or later, and that was good enough for her.

Then, Ichigo unceremoniously interrupted a captain’s meeting to demand the return of Ginjou Kugou’s body, and Rukia and Renji had both been rather abruptly granted three days of leave each, complete with senkaimon privileges. Captain Ukitake had told Rukia that he had specially wrangled the passes for her so she could go see her friends in the Living World and catch up. Friendship was important, he said, and also she’d been working so hard and doing such a good job, she deserved a break. This would have been much more convincing if Byakuya hadn’t tossed Renji’s own leave slip on his desk and muttered “The Captain Commander would like you to go make sure that Kurosaki Ichigo isn’t still mad at him.”

Rukia wasn’t entirely sure if Ichigo was mad or not, but if her suspicions were correct, making Orihime happy was still a fast track for getting into Ichigo’s good graces. Ichigo wasn’t exaggerating about her enthusiasm--they had been in the Living World for all of three hours, and Orihime had somehow organized a mini, three-course dinner party, including pressing Renji into service as her sous chef.

“Oh, NO!” Orihime’s devastated voice suddenly rang from the tiny kitchenette, where she must be sitting on Renji’s shoulders, because that’s the only possible way that both of them could fit in there at the same time.

Ichigo sprang to his feet. “Inoue! What is it? Do you need help? Are you bleeding?”

Rukia rolled her eyes.

Orihime appeared in the doorway, a plastic tub clutched in her hands, her lower lip trembling. “I am out of miso! I should have checked beforehand, but it’s miso, how could I possibly have run out?”

Ichigo scratched the back of his head. “Can’t you substitute something else? Fish…sauce?”

“Feh,” Renji scoffed, appearing behind Orihime. “Orihime’s making you her very special Grilled Egg and Eggplant sandwiches, and you are telling her to make substitutions.”

“Grilled Eggplant and Egg,” Orihime corrected cheerfully. “The miso is just for the special dipping sauce, I have some okonomiyaki mayo in the fridge that would probably do.”

“Sauce is important!” Renji protested. “Rukia loves sauce!”

“I do love sauce,” Rukia murmured.

“We could text Chad? Or Ishida? I’m sure they could pick up some miso on their way over?” Ichigo suggested.

“Well, I sort of need it soon, and Sado-kun is working this afternoon and I think Ishida-kun might be at his father’s…” Orihime waffled, clearly trying to make this Not a Big Deal.

“Rukia!” Renji barked, pointing his wooden spoon at her. “You have to go to a Human Grocery Store! They are very confusing, but I know you can do it! I have confidence in you!”

“I’m literally right here,” Ichigo pointed out. “Me. A human.”

“I would go, but I have to help brine the eggplant!” Renji strode over, holstering his spoon into the string of the apron he was wearing. He had clearly borrowed the apron from Orihime, as it was printed with smiling avocados and about eight inches too short. He grabbed Rukia by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “It will be in the ‘Refrigerated Section’, which will probably be on the edge of the store, the side or the back. It will come in a little tub. It comes in two kinds, red or white, well, there’s also mixed. Orihime! Which one do you need?”

“Oh, I usually buy mixed, but either would do.”

“You know how to use human money, right?”

“Of course I know how to use human money, dummy,” Rukia replied.

“Right, of course you do. I apologize.”

“Also, I know how to use human money,” Ichigo loudly interrupted, “also I know where the miso is and also I know where the grocery store is. Come on, Rukia!” He turned back to Orihime and his entire aspect immediately softened. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back in a flash.”

“Oh, Kurosaki-kun, let me give you some money, please!” Orihime begged.

“Nah, you’re making dinner, I got it,” Ichigo winked at her.

“If you can’t find the refrigerated section,” Renji said under his breath, glaring at Ichigo out of the corner of his eye, “just walk around until you start to feel cold.”

“I’ll figure it out,” Rukia replied, gently removing his hands from her shoulders. “Go help bribe your eggplants.”

---

“Renji sure is having a normal one,” Ichigo commented, as they descended the steps of Orihime’s apartment complex. “Or is this just how he is now?”

Rukia sucked her teeth. “He’s been a little off this week, to be honest. I think he’s just happy to see you.”

“Is that what you think?” Ichigo asked, incredulously.

Rukia shrugged noncommittally. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that Renji acted like a buffoon because he got too overwhelmed by his own feelings. At least that’s what she’d been telling herself, in order to avoid considering the alternative.

Just a few days before she got the message from Urahara that he wanted to talk to her about Ichigo’s powers, Renji had asked her if she’d hold her Saturday open for him. He wanted to take her to dinner, he said. They went to dinner all the time. It was honestly a little out-of-character for him to ask so far ahead of time, but something about it felt different than usual. Of course, they had ended up spending Saturday running around, getting people to put their reiatsu in Urahara’s special sword. She tried to bring it up, but Renji had just snorted at her and said this was more important. Rukia had literally been in the middle of composing a reply to his text about rescheduling when Captain Ukitake walked in with her leave orders, and by the time she looked at her phone again, Renji had texted “Never mind, I guess! [laughing face]”

The weirdness probably had nothing to do with that. Rukia hoped the weirdness didn’t have anything to do with that.

“I didn’t even know he could cook,” Ichigo went on, puzzled. “Can he, or is he just blowing smoke?”

“Renji’s a great cook,” Rukia defended.

“That’s so weird,” Ichigo frowned. “I would not have guessed that in, like, a million years.”

“It’s new,” Rukia jerked her chin at him. “He had to learn for a deep cover mission we got sent on about a year ago, which, incidentally, is why he’s such an expert on Living World grocery retail facilities--”

“ ‘An expert’,” Ichigo echoed.

Rukia ignored him. “Anyway, he’s finally got a place with a kitchen, so he kept up with it. Do not tell Byakuya I said this-- I know that our chefs are the finest in Soul Society and whatnot, but they do not understand sauces, they will give you, like, a teaspoon of some artistically swirled goo. Renji knows how much sauce goes on a thing, and then he makes about five times that much, because he knows how much sauce I like on a thing.”

Ichigo gave her a long, hard look, his eyebrows furrowing together. It occurred to Rukia how much his face had changed in a year and a half. She wouldn’t quite call him a man, but certainly he wasn’t a child anymore. He had sideburns now.

“What?” she demanded.

“So, you guys are cool, then?” Ichigo asked, his voice strangely guarded.

Rukia wrinkled her nose. “Of course we’re cool! How is this a question? I would say we are probably the coolest out of all the Vice-Captains. I got a tattoo, you know. Renji got, like, six tattoos.”

Ichigo closed his eyes and puffed out a huge breath. “I honestly forgot what a pain the ass it is to say anything to you. “Are. You. And. Renji. Getting. Along?” he bit off.

“What kind of question is that?” Rukia demanded. “Of course we ‘get along’! He my-- we’re--” Somehow, declaring Renji her best friend (which, of course, he was) seemed strangely infantile, and inadequate to boot. “We’re cool,” she muttered. “Why would you even ask?”

Ichigo stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Well, you guys didn’t talk to each other for, like, ninety years or something, right?”

“It was forty.”

“And I know you were all, ‘We got the band back together!’ and ‘Look at our matching capes!’ the last time I saw you, but…well…I dunno. I’ve never broken up with someone for three hundred years before, it seems like it might be a little harder than that to get back together, ‘sall.”

“It. Was. Forty. And we did not break up.” Rukia was silent for a moment. “‘Breaking up’ implies there was something to break up.”

“Oh!”

“‘Oh!’? What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I always thought you guys were… what-do-you-call-it? Childhood sweethearts?”

“That is the grossest phrase I have ever heard. I never want to hear you say that again.”

“Rukia, I have heard you use at least six phrases grosser than that to describe my closet, which, I may remind you, you profess to love.”

“My relationship with your closet is complicated.”

“Apparently, your relationship with everyone is complicated, because I definitely had the impression from Renji that you two used to smooch or whatever.”

“I never said we hadn’t smooched! You can smooch people you aren’t in a relationship with! And he told you that? I’m going to take away his matching cape privileges.”

“Look, forget I said it! I just assumed it, probably because of the way he alway talks about you! I was confused, okay? It was my mistake. Don’t take away the man’s cape privileges, it’ll break him.”

“What do you mean, ‘the way he always talks about’ me?” Rukia asked in a small voice.

Ichigo’s eyes scanned the passing store signs, like he’d forgotten where the grocery store was. “Aw, never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“No!” Rukia protested. “What? Is it anything like the way you talk about Orihime?”

Ichigo’s head whipped around. “You know what? Probably!”

Rukia’s mouth snapped shut.

Ichigo shook his head. “I’m sorry. You two just seem off, and I was worried that, like, something happened. Like you got back together and then broke up again or something.”

Rukia studied the sidewalk. “No. Nothing like that happened. And I don’t know why Renji is being weird. It’s probably for the best that we went out. Orihime can probably talk it out of him. She’s really good at that.”

Ichigo looked at her again, in that unnerving, thoughtful way. “Look, I know this isn’t usually a thing we do, but if you got something you wanna talk out… I mean, I’m not Inoue, but I am your friend. I don’t mind listening.”

Rukia kicked a pebble. “There’s not really anything to talk about. Like I said. Nothing has happened.”

“Is that the problem?”

“Maybe.”

Ichigo scratched the tip of his nose. “Are you waiting for him to make the first move or something? That doesn’t sound very much like you.”

Rukia took a deep breath. “You know, I said that nothing had happened, but that’s not actually true. So many things have happened! There was the war, you know that part, of course, but I made lieutenant and Brother and I got closer and Renji got his kidou ducts fixed--”

“His what?”

“And Hinamori and I became best enemies and Ikkaku’s baby sister joined my squad and we went on a vacation? To the lake?”

“You went on vacation with Ikkaku’s sister?”

“No, dummy, I went with Brother and Renji.”

“Renji goes on your family vacations now?”

“Yes! And I can’t tell you how many text messages I’ve sent him, or how many bowls of ramen we’ve eaten or how many times we got drunk on the hill out near the training fields.” She sighed. “I do think about… you know… what we could have. Sometimes I want that so bad I can’t stand it. But I like what we do have. It seems…greedy to ask for more, when I know all too well what it was like to not have him at all. When I’m not even sure it’s what he wants.” Rukia felt her cheeks burning. She wasn’t sure she’d ever said so much about her feelings for Renji out loud before.

Ichigo scratched at his neck. “Well, first of all, Renji and I trained together in a cave for almost an entire day once, you really get to know a guy’s heart that way.”

“Yeah, yeah, he tells me this all the time, get on with it,” Rukia grumbled.

“And I may not be the smartest person on the topic of romantic feelings and shit, but I do know that he cares for you a lot. If you told him you wanted a relationship and he…didn’t, I don’t think he’d take away your excessive sauce privileges or stop coming to Kuchiki family board game night or whatever.”

“I knoooooow.”

“But also, it’s like you said: seventeen months in Soul Society is nothing, right? There’s no hurry. I’m sure in another eight or nine hundred years, things will sort themselves out on their own.”

Ichigo’s inability to grasp linear time, aside, this was true. Things had changed so much in the last seventeen months, nearly all for the better, and even more in the eight months before that. Who knew what could happen in the next seventeen months? “Thanks, Ichigo,” Rukia snorted. To be honest, she was feeling a little better.

“Or you could go train with him in a secret training ground, preferably while some stakes are high. Then you will know his heart, as I do.”

“Oh, shut up. Speaking of which, how’s it going with Orihime? Have you smooched her yet?”

“Oh, look, here we are at the grocery store!” Ichigo yelped, his voice going slightly shrill. “What was that about the refrigerator case? It’s near the back of the store? Ohhhh, if only I had paid attention to Renji and his great knowledge of grocery stores!”

“I could text him,” Rukia offered.

---

“We’re back!” Rukia hollered she pulled off her shoes, Ichigo struggling in the door behind her with all the grocery bags. “I made Ichigo buy you all three kinds of miso, because you deserve them!”

“Oh, Kuchiki-san, you shouldn’t have done that!” Orihime said, wiping her hands on her apron and running out to relieve Ichigo of his bags. “Shoot! Abarai-kun, can you flip the nectarines?”

“On it, boss!”

“We also bought you a cotton cheesecake because Rukia thought it looked ‘luxurious’, and drinks for everyone because I really should have thought to bring something in the first place,” Ichigo sputtered.

Rukia quietly slipped one of the tubs of miso from the grocery bag as Ichigo and Orihime blushed and stammered at one another. “Yo,” she announced herself, sauntering into the kitchen. “Think fast.”

She would not have thrown a tub of miso at just anyone, especially if that someone was currently handling a hot frying pan, but she had high expectations of Renji. He caught it one handed without diverting his attention from the nectarines he was currently sauteing. “Thanks!” he replied cheerfully.

“I feel like they might be a while out there,” Rukia noted. “Figured you might want to get on that sauce, so the flavors have time to…” she wiggled her fingers. “Mingle? Is that the word you use?”

“Marry,” Renji corrected. “I can’t believe you actually pay attention to the shit I say about cooking.”

“I am usually very hungry while you are cooking, I have to pay attention to your nerd babble to keep my mind off it.”

“Right,” he chuckled. “Keep an eye on those nectarines for me, and tell me if the juice starts to bubble again.” He started deftly peeling the plastic wrapping off of the miso. Rukia watched appreciatively. Human foodstuff wrappings could be fiendishly difficult to remove. “I do appreciate you and Ichigo running out to the store for us. You joke about the flavors marrying, but you can’t substitute for time, y’know?” He grabbed a measuring spoon and plunked a hefty scoop of miso into a bowl that already contained some mysterious substances. He contemplated it for a moment, then added a second scoop. “This is Orihime’s recipe,” he pointed out, “but I got a feeling it’s gonna know your socks off. Worth the wait, for sure.”

“You know me,” Rukia replied, “I’ve never been good at waiting. I suppose I’ll trust you, though. You’re usually right about these things.”

the end!

#my writing #happy birthday rukia!

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