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Send me a ♥ + a URL and I'll list 5 things I like about them.

1. Honestly, let me cap this off by admitting something - you were actually a blog I saw and admired from afar for quite some time - seeing your Digimon muses especially. I didn't realize you were a sideblog at first but when we finally did become mutuals, man I was so incredibly excited and hyped.

2. Also, I love seeing lesser known Digimon series like Savers represented on your blog! Masaru deserves more love, he's such a compelling and a badass protagonist!

3. The dialogue for your characters and how you write it so genuinely peak and spot on - it gives me all the nostalgia, like I can picture the voice actors saying it in my head - that's how true to life it feels.

4. I did mention this point with Ni so I hope you don't mind me mentioning it to you because I feel it's absolutely applicable to you - you really do put your entire passion into the fandoms that you love. Like it's just immediately apparent from one glance on your blog and going back to point number one, I think even back then I could see that and that was what drew me to you.

"Kurosaki."

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Ichigo wakes like he's still halfway inside a dream.

His body aches—hips bruised, shoulders throbbing, skin tight with dried sweat and the faint sting of teeth. He’s on his side, sheets twisted around his leg. 

The air smells like blood. Like reiatsu. Like them.

His brow furrows as he shifts, and immediately regrets it.

Everything hurts. Not workout sore. Not battle sore either. Something else. Something rougher. His hip complains when he rolls, and there’s a sharp sting near his collarbone, like someone got too familiar with their teeth.

Memory hits him in pieces.

Fingers in his hair. A growl at his throat. Claws—actual claws—dragging down his back. 

Ichigo lets out a slow breath, groaning as he finally dares a look down. Yeah, there it is. A bite against his ribcage. Another set of scratches low on his abdomen, just shy of drawing blood. There’s probably more on his back. His neck. Inside his thighs.

He shifts again, wincing.

“Tch… goddamn lunatic,” he mutters, voice rasping like it’s been used too hard.

He’s not sure if he means Grimmjow or himself.

The bed creaks behind him. A familiar weight shifts under the sheets, radiating heat and trouble and a reiatsu that still feels like it’s humming through his own skin.

Ichigo doesn’t turn to look. He just lifts the blanket a little and mutters under his breath,

“If you cracked a rib, I’m breaking yours when you wake up.”

"Hey Ichigo, gotcha somethin' new to try." It looked like a normal bottle of water, maybe a little cloudier than normal.

彡 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "Hey." The Arancar sneered looking more surprised than pissed. He didn't actually expect Ichigio to follow him here. Then again, Hueco Mundo was practically Grimm's sanctuary. He goes here whenever they fight. But Ichigo had been gone a long time, long enough that Grimmjow was baffled when he sensed his reiatsu.

NO FUCKING WAY. As if he would turn his back to a THREAT. Deciding on reiatsu alone whether or not White's strength was something he should be wary of, was hard. Nnoitra had no problems turning his back to those he did not think of as a threat. There were hardly any STRONG Hollow left in Hueco Mundo now, so Nnoitra had little to worry about. White's reiatsu was strange to him, and so he naturally didn't TRUST him.

Nnoitra wasn't going to accept White as his KING. He wasn't going to be ruled by any Hollow ( or Shinigami for that matter ). He'd followed Aizen because he'd believed the Shinigami would lead him to certain death. Now... He wasn't sure what would make him follow someone.

White had hardly even spoken to him. It seemed that the surviving Espada respected him, and yeah, maybe Nnoitra would do that too - but there was a limit. He would prefer to keep him at a safe distance.

━━   ❝   𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐲.   ❞  Haru flagged down the brightly haired young man before him as he stepped forward until the two met each other's gaze. Luckily for Haru his sword (the Ten Commandments) was kept securely wrapped in bandages. "Do you happen to know where I am?"

platonic intimacy prompts / accepting / @opscurus [PLATONIC INTIMACY PROMPTS] [BRUSH] Sender offers to brush receivers hair // from Bulma @virentpugni

All that training he’s down with another alternate version of Goku within the hyperbolic time chamber really let his hair get the best of him once again. It brought back..memories of training with his father as well, then Trunks heard the request made by his mother. Hmmm, it’s funny..back within his own original timeline he might have denied the request considering it would be embarrassing having his mother brush his hair.

But..now? He longed for some time with his mother, it’s the sole reason he chose to revisit this point in time, shirking his duty for the selfish wish of simply seeing his family. To see his sister, his father as well as his ‘little brother’. So, with a smile Trunks nodded his head and hands his mother the hair brush.