★︎an out of this world multimuse★︎

hey.

hey.

hey.

Unprompted ||| Mun Birthday @bleachbrainrotbro

I'm answering this a few days late, but words can't begin to express how much this meant to me. I'm a bit hesitant to post this, because then it'd be gone from my inbox, and then I won't be able to go back and read it haha.

But truly... thank you. One of the highlights of this year was getting to know you. I love how effortlessly we can talk for hours on end, seemingly about nothing. Whether that was me ranting about work, or an anime that I've watched, or just life in general. Or just laughing about stupid memes. And that works for us.

❛  i’m really sorry i couldn’t make it to your birthday party last month.  ❜ ❛  heck, i’d probably skip my own birthday party for a date.  ❜ ❛  fuck me gently with a chainsaw.  ❜ ❛  doesn’t it bother you that everyone in the school thinks you’re a piranha?  ❜ ❛  they all want me, as a friend or a fuck.  ❜ ❛  come on you jerk. you know you used to have a sense of humor.  ❜ ❛  that’s the stupidest question i’ve ever heard.  ❜ ❛  did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?  ❜ ❛  so tonight’s the night. are you excited?  ❜ ❛  everybody’s life’s got static. is your life perfect?  ❜ ❛  you’re just so hot tonight. i can’t control myself.  ❜ ❛  i just wanna get laid.  ❜ ❛  what’s your damage?  ❜ ❛  you were nothing before you met me!  ❜ ❛  monday morning, you’re history. i’ll tell everyone about tonight.  ❜ ❛  just saying, it’s not hard to end a life.  ❜ ❛  i guess i don’t know what the hell i’m talking about.  ❜ ❛  i know exactly what the hell you’re talking about and you’re right, you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.  ❜ ❛  let’s just grow up, be adults, and die.  ❜ ❛  is that a ‘no’ in your lingo?  ❜ ❛  we both said a lot of things we didn’t mean last night.  ❜ ❛  how the hell’d you get in here?  ❜ ❛  i can’t believe it. i just killed my best friend.  ❜ ❛  i’m just a little freaked, all right?  ❜ ❛  you got what you wanted, you know.  ❜ ❛  it’s one thing to want somebody out of your life. it’s another thing to serve them a wake-up cup of drano.  ❜ ❛  that’s good. have you done this before?  ❜ ❛  what are you smiling at?  ❜ ❛  did that sound bitchy?  ❜ ❛  i’m sure your friends are happy to hear that.  ❜ ❛  i’d like to know just what i did.  ❜ ❛  hey listen, my bonnie-and-clyde days are over.  ❜ ❛  does this answer your question?  ❜ ❛  you believed it because you wanted to believe it.  ❜ ❛  can’t you see this is a special moment?  ❜ ❛  don’t even talk about that stuff!  ❜ ❛  i don’t know how to talk to you.  ❜ ❛  our relationship’s moving fast, i know, but i have real, real respect for you.  ❜ ❛  what do you want from me?  ❜ ❛  some people just don’t matter. why should those who do carry their weight?  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry you felt you had to put yourself through all that shit.  ❜ ❛  i guess i picked the wrong time to be a human being.  ❜ ❛  what are you trying to do? kill me?  ❜ ❛  hey now, if you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn’t be a human being, you’d be a game show host.  ❜ ❛  don’t talk to me like that.  ❜ ❛  [name], why can’t you just be a friend? why are you such a megabitch?  ❜ ❛  i don’t get it! you were wrong! i was right!  ❜ ❛  wait a … you’re not listening! i’m not on your side …  ❜ ❛  what in the hell do you think i’m doing? taking out her tonsils?  ❜ ❛  i loved you. sure, climbed up here to kill you, but first i was going to try and get you back.  ❜ ❛  you think just because you started this thing, you can end it?  ❜ ❛  you really fucked me up, [name].  ❜

“I realize,” he began, his tone quieter, more nervous than usual, “that this is your birthday.” He hesitated a fraction, his fingers brushing against the box before he lifted it carefully and placed it in Renji’s hands. “I thought it… appropriate to give you something.”

The faintest trace of a smile touched his lips. “It may not be much. But I wanted it to be from me. You’ve brought… warmth into my life, Renji. More than I expected, and more than I will ever say aloud again, so take care to remember it.”

His gaze lingered, soft and steady. “Happy birthday.”

Unprompted ||| Always Accepting @bleachbrainrotbro

(this time a serious response lol)

Renji hadn't expected a birthday gift, much less one from his captain. It wasn't something he went out of his way to celebrate - much more preferring to pass it in silent recognition that he'd survived one more year.

His hands slowly reach out to take the box, gingerly taking it from Byakuya's grasp, his gaze lingering on the neatly wrapped present, wondering what it could be.

Eyes float back up towards Byakuya, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Thank you... Ya didn't have to get me anything..."

He takes the noble's words into consideration, his heart clenching at the weight of it. He didn't know what that meant. A couple of moments of silence pass by before he speaks up again.

"I... I never could have thought that I'd ever make an impact on someone's life enough to be thanked like this," he confessed, his words coming out a mere whisper. "But t' hear ya say that, my heart... feels like it's gonna fly outta my chest right now." He sighs, then chuckles.

Byakuya’s composure wavered for the briefest moment when Renji’s lips brushed his cheek. It was an unexpected gesture that left a faint warmth blooming beneath the calm surface he worked so hard to maintain. His breath caught, nearly imperceptible, before he exhaled softly, allowing a small, genuine smile to form.

“You may,” he murmured, voice quiet but threaded with something tender. “I would like to see your reaction.” He watched as Renji began to untie the pale ribbon, the silk gliding apart with a whisper. Every motion seemed to slow the air around them; even the flicker of candlelight stilled as the crimson wrapping fell away to reveal a small lacquered box of black and silver. Inside rested a slender hair tie, handwoven with intricate threads of red and white. Renji’s colors mingled subtly with the Kuchiki crest stitched at one end. Beneath it lay a small folded slip of paper, sealed with Byakuya’s personal crest.

“It’s made from silkworm thread grown in the family gardens,” Byakuya explained softly, watching Renji’s reaction closely. “I had it woven by one of the artisans who crafted my own hair ties. I thought… it suited you better than anything else I could offer.” He paused, fingers brushing briefly against Renji’s as he set the box down again. “You are not merely my lieutenant now, Renji,” he continued, “You are someone I choose to keep close, someone who reminds me that life need not always be duty.”

“Happy birthday,” he said again, the words gentler this time. “May it be one you remember, for more reasons than the gift.”

He allowed a faint smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth. “And perhaps, if you are wise, you will not call me Taichōu when you are this close again.”

@bleachbrainrotbro: “ you have this magic ability to make people happy . i hope you’ll show me how you do it someday . ” — Luna. | ❥    𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

" oh! " being complimented like this made her blush, but especially since it came from a princess. " i'm very flattered, princess. "

[ SFW version here! ]

what’s the best thing about writing smut for you?

what’s the worst thing about writing smut for you?

do you have a pet peeve when it comes to anything regarding smut?

do you write smut only with your muse’s partners, or are you okay with one night stands?

do you prefer for things to get in details, or do you prefer to “fade to black”?

are there some kinks you tend to give to most of your muses?

did you ever play a quickie?

did you ever write a particularly kinky thread?

did you ever write something fetish-related?

did you ever write a threesome?

did you ever write boring sex?

did you ever write about public sex?

would you rather write smut only with mutuals, or are you open for everyone?

do you prefer to write dominant or submissive muses?

would you consider your muse dominant or submissive?

did you ever write about your muse masturbating?

is there a particular NSFW scenario you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

what’s something that immediately turns you off from writing smut with someone?

is there any kink/fetish you will likely never play? 

have you ever been pushed to write smut?

did you ever play a hatefuck?

do you prefer a “no plot, just sex” kind of thread when it comes to NSFW?

is there any “unconventional” kink you play, or you would like to?

do you have a favorite memory when it comes to rping smut?

do you have a least favorite memory when it comes to rping smut?

do you think it’s better to focus NSFW threads only during certain days, like sunday?

what’s the first NSFW thread you played?

is your muse someone who like to initiate? are they a tease? would they rather wait for their partner?

how would your muse react to someone teasing them?

is your muse a virgin?

how does your muse handle bad sex?

"You are worth the world." He replied bittersweetly. He gently reached one hand to cup her cheek and brush the tears away from her eyes.. "I haven't been able to give that to you. and I apologize a million times." He watched helplessly as the servants tried to pull Rukia away from him to help him.

He tried to beckon her closer, to apologize, to explain, to reason, anything. To say something that would make sense to her. Anything at all. "Please know my actions were not meant to hurt you."

Watching and feeling the blood seeping slowly from his wound, he winced softly. Despite his high pain tolerance, he still felt the immense throbbing around the wound. "Rukia, I-" His words were starting to strain as the blood loss and the exhaustion hit. He had been struck in the shoulder by Ichigo, and he had been stabbed in the gut by Gin.

She was desperate, grabbing her robe in her hands and clenching her fists. Her emotions surrounding Byakuya were... complicated, to say the least. But she could not lose him! It seemed everyone around her was dying. Renji and Ichigo were both beaten half to death by Aizen and she was utterly useless. Was she truly cursed? Would anyone that tried to get close to her meet their untimely death? Her friends in the Rukongai, Kaien, Renji, Ichigo, and now, Byakuya. More servants had gathered around Byakuya, ignoring her presence for the most part. She watched with a haunted look as they struggled to keep him alive. In her weakened state, there was little she could do. She released her robes, wrapping her arms around her body instead. Her senses strained to feel any sign of life from Ichigo or Renji away on Sokyoku Hill...

It lingered instead on the small figure crumpled before him. Rukia’s violet eyes shone with tears, her voice breaking through the haze of pain as she pleaded. Please! Save him! Please! Byakuya’s lips parted, though his voice came thin, distant, weighted with the effort it cost to speak. “…Rukia…” Her name left him not as a command, nor as the aloof acknowledgment she had always received, but as something gentler, quieter. It was like a tether pulling him back to consciousness. He saw her trembling, clutching at her robes, desperation raw in her voice.

His voice was low, sure, but it came from carrying the kind of weight that came from speaking sparingly.

“You have my patience. More than you realize.”

He glanced down at their joined hands for a brief moment before returning his gaze to her. “I know what it is to feel the eyes of the world on you, waiting for you to falter, waiting to remind you of where you came from, of what they believe you are allowed to be. I have endured it since birth.” There was no bitterness in his tone, just quiet truth. “And yet, I stand. And so do you. You will continue to.”

A faint pause, then a softer note crept in, subtle but undeniable. “If ever you are… ‘in your head,’ as you put it, would you tell me? I do not wish for you to carry such thoughts alone.”

The corners of his lips shifted—just enough to be considered the smallest of smiles, rare and fleeting but undeniably real. “Tonight, however… I agree. No more work talk.” He gave her hand a light squeeze, a quiet affirmation.

He leaned slightly back, allowing the soft golden light of the rooftop to play over his features as he regarded her in a way few were ever privileged to see—open, unguarded. “So, tell me,” he said, tone almost conversational, but with a glimmer of curiosity. “What was it about this place that earned a place on your… bucket list?”

Burdensome, is the word that they would use to describe it. Being so independent had its flaws, and being a burden onto others was one.

But perhaps after years of enduring, Renji had felt themselves wear thin. Yearning for someone to just... be there. Not even to share the burden with, but someone who could, with their head held high, stand next to her and be proud of her.

The thought of Byakuya being there whenever they experienced a hard day, and being there to comfort her brought about a sense of comfort that probably wouldn't have existed just a mere couple of months prior.

Squeezing Byakuya's fingers in return, she gave him a gentle smile. "Okay, deal. I'm not the best at voicing my thoughts... as ya know I struggle with that a lot. But I'll try my best. In return, could I ask the same of ya?"

“You may ask,” he replied finally, his voice measured, the faintest hint of warmth woven into its usual composure. “Though I warn you… vulnerability does not come easily to me either. It is not a language I was raised to speak. Silence, restraint, composure; these were the lessons impressed upon me since I was a child. To reveal too much of oneself was considered weakness.”

He let his gaze drift briefly toward the horizon, where the city lights shimmered in the distance beneath the night sky. The glow caught on the edges of his features, softening them in a way that the walls of Seireitei never did. “For years, I believed that. I accepted the solitude it created. I believed the weight I carried was mine alone to bear, and that to place it upon another would be… selfish.” His eyes returned to hers, sharp yet strangely open. “Perhaps you know that feeling better than most.”

A pause, and then his tone lowered, almost contemplative. “But… the truth is that strength does not only lie in endurance. Sometimes, it lies in the choice to allow another to see you as you are, rather than as you wish to appear. That is something I am still learning. Perhaps it is something we can learn together.”

He shifted slightly closer, just enough that their joined hands rested more comfortably on the table between them. His thumb brushed lightly against her knuckles, a gesture so subtle it almost seemed unintentional, though the intent was unmistakable. “So yes, Renji. I will try. As you give me the honesty of your heart, I will do the same. Not all at once… but with time.”

His gaze softened as he regarded her smile. It was genuine, tender, a glimpse of the woman who had always fought with fire yet now sat across from him with quiet courage. “Understand this, however: you are not a burden. Not to me. You never have been. To think of you as such would be to disregard the strength and loyalty you have already given freely. What you call burden, I see as trust. And that, Renji, is something I will not take lightly.”

He waited until she had finished, until the hum of the rooftop garden wrapped around them again, until the silence was no longer awkward but simply shared. Then, his voice came, smooth and deliberate. “You assume that my reputation is so easily tarnished by the actions of one I have chosen to accompany me.” He lifted his glass, not to drink, but to admire the glass itself. “But it is not.” His gaze met hers fully, caring and steady. “Let them talk.” He had a short pause. His words hung in the warm air around them.

“There will always be whispers...about me, about you. They are inevitable. But I do not allow them to dictate my choices.” A slight tilt of his head, something almost fond in the way he looked at her now. A similar motion, akin to a curious bird. “And you shouldn't either. You aren't meant to be small. You aren't meant to shrink for my sake.” His fingers brushed the table briefly, just beside hers, not quite touching, but close enough to feel the warmth. He wanted to touch their hand, but decided against it for now.

Still, it made her heart soar to know that amidst the rumors, Byakuya still would choose to continue on courting them. Taking that first step had been so incredibly difficult, and had taken an incredulous amount of courage to even muster. So many nights Renji had considered keeping their feelings to themselves, and taking it to their grave, not even considering that Byakuya might return their feelings. Yet, as they sat here, sharing a drink together after work, she wouldn't do anything to change it.

"That might take some time gettin' used to," Renji admits. "All my life, I've had to constantly prove myself - to show that even though I came from a low background, that I deserved to be here, just as much as any other person... and over the years, I've gotten better at blocking them out. But sometimes, it does get to me. Even if it doesn't always show. So if I ever get in my head about rumors or reputation... know that it isn't intentional. Please have some patience."

She takes a deep breath, and lets it out back out, taking a sip of her drink again. This time, she smiles, reaching out to take a hold of Byakuya's hand.

His voice was low, sure, but it came from carrying the kind of weight that came from speaking sparingly.

“You have my patience. More than you realize.”

He glanced down at their joined hands for a brief moment before returning his gaze to her. “I know what it is to feel the eyes of the world on you, waiting for you to falter, waiting to remind you of where you came from, of what they believe you are allowed to be. I have endured it since birth.” There was no bitterness in his tone, just quiet truth. “And yet, I stand. And so do you. You will continue to.”

A faint pause, then a softer note crept in, subtle but undeniable. “If ever you are… ‘in your head,’ as you put it, would you tell me? I do not wish for you to carry such thoughts alone.”

The corners of his lips shifted—just enough to be considered the smallest of smiles, rare and fleeting but undeniably real. “Tonight, however… I agree. No more work talk.” He gave her hand a light squeeze, a quiet affirmation.

He leaned slightly back, allowing the soft golden light of the rooftop to play over his features as he regarded her in a way few were ever privileged to see—open, unguarded. “So, tell me,” he said, tone almost conversational, but with a glimmer of curiosity. “What was it about this place that earned a place on your… bucket list?”

“Why don’t we go somewhere nice, just the two of us?” He took his lover’s other hand and looked around. His eyes darted about as he looked for a nearby balcony next to his garden within his sight.

Renji allowed Byakuya to take her by the hand, leading them to a more secluded area by the gardens. "Hmm? Am I getting free food? Free money?" They joked, with a hearty chuckle.

“of course you would.” He hummed. Upon reaching the balcony, he took let go of her hand and knelt down to a small basket full of flowers and letters with wax seals. He procured two flower crowns from the basket and placed one above her head. “I made these for us.”