And it seemed to me that Dante’s face was a map of the world. A world without any darkness. Wow, a world without darkness. How beautiful was that?
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz,Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe.
“Don’t look at me like that! Say something, please!”
“I just found out my best friend and love of my life isn’t human and you’re criticizing me for being shocked?! What do you want me to say; ‘That’s nice honey, what do you want for dinner, pizza or tacos?”
Your the silky blue moonlight on a navy midnight sky,
Which reappears distorted yet beautifully on the water’s surface.
Your the prideful warmth of the embracing sun on a shy blue sky, holding my skin in love and life and always brightening my day.
Your like a electric yellow orb of light in a rustic lamp,
Which is found in a dark, dense room filled with unsteadiness,
yet you make it better.
Your the light of my life.♡
Dear Loving Person A,
You’re* the world to me.
You’re* the reason why I wake up every morning.
You’re* the light of my life.
You’re* grammar sucks though.
Dear Irreplaceable Person B,
i wANt A diVORcE.
OH I FORGOT TO WRITE THIS OML PERSON B SAYING “YOU’RE GRAMMAR SUCKS”. IS PART OF THE IRONY. XD LMAO that was intended
characters moodboard: aristotle mendoza and dante quintana
I wanted to tell them that I’d never had a friend, not ever, not a real
one. Until Dante. I wanted to tell them that I never knew that people
like Dante existed in the world, people who looked at the stars, and
knew the mysteries of water, and knew enough to know that birds belonged
to the heavens and weren’t meant to be shot down from their graceful
flights by mean and stupid boys. I wanted to tell them that he had
changed my life and that I would never be the same, not ever. And that
somehow it felt like it was Dante who had saved my life and not the
other way around. I wanted to tell them that he was the first human
being aside from my mother who had ever made me want to talk about the
things that scared me. I wanted to tell them so many things and yet I
didn’t have the words.
Different anon than the one who asked about Iruka and Urahara, but your response got me thinking of just who else in Naruto-verse, besides Oro, has pulled enough shit to deserve the creepy courting rituals of one Mister Hat-and-Clogs, and my evil, broken brain spat (T)Obito at me, so now I'm sharing the pain. Just imagine them though: two overly-strategic, manipulative bastards with a penchant for trolling everybody by masquerading as happy ditzes. (1/4?!)
The cat-and-mouse game between them would be epic and utterly obnoxious to everyone forced to witness it, but Obito without a mask must have a critically weak pokerface and it’d probably take Kisuke no time to tease out that all he needs to break it with a blush is lay the innuendo on thick. That pale Uchiha skin. The rest of the challenge for Urahara is entirely based on managing to contrive excuses to get in Obito’s personal space without him using Kamui to slip away,
because I’m of the opinion that every Obi-pairing ever, in any universe, should include touch-starved!Obito eventually getting scooped up and overwhelmed with cuddles. For a side of angst, they’d have to work through Kisuke’s tenuous grasp of scientific ethics when presented with someone with such a fascinating hodgepodge of ridiculous powers, colliding with Obito’s probable PTSD and body-horror from cave time with Madara and Zetsu. :(
But since my real OTP is Obito/ANYbody-big-enough-to-cuddle-him, in any universe, eventually Kisuke’s gotta sneak some snuggles. Maybe right after Obito genjutsus the fuck out of Aizen for being another wannabe-god, and it’s the sexiest thing Urahara’s ever seen. Just. If any Naruto character is enough of a karmic mixed-bag to deserve being affably harrassed and poked at and force-fed sweets by goddamn Urahara Kisuke, isn’t it Obito?
For the record, I hate you muchly and this is now a thing I ship. Whyyyyy.
Gin knows he’s going to die.
It’s not as if this was ever in
question; betraying Aizen isn’t something survivable, and Gin’s been aware of
that from the very first. That doesn’t mean he’s going to stop, though.
Rangiku is worth more than that,
and so is getting revenge for what was taken from her.
The Hōgyoku pulses in his grip
like a heart torn free, and Gin doesn’t think he’s ever hated anything except Aizen
In the rubble left behind by
Kamishini no Yari, something stirs. Gin glances up, muscles winding tight,
because of course it wasn’t going to
be as easy as snatching the damned thing from Aizen’s chest and beating a
retreat; he’s bought himself some breathing room, a calm like the moment before
a hurricane hits, and—
The Hōgyoku trembles like it’s
going to wink out, and in the same instant a scarred hand closes over Gin’s,
all five fingertips glowing incandescent violet.
Gin jerks, startled into flight,
but another hand grabs his wrist as his head snaps up. Not Aizen, because he
would be dead if it was, but a complete stranger, scarred and grim with eyes
like red-and-black pinwheels.
“Seal,” the stranger commands,
not so much as looking at Gin, and Gin yelps as a burning heat races across the
skin of his abdomen. The Hōgyoku shivers like struck crystal, then winks out of
existence, and simultaneously Gin feels
it. There’s a rush of heat through his whole body, a tingling awareness that it’s
there just beneath the surface, and
he collapses to his knees with a gasp.
In the same moment, there’s a
scream of pure fury from Aizen, out of sight beyond the rubble, and Gin
realizes that the overwhelming pressure of the Hōgyoku on the town around them
is entirely gone.
“Sorry,” the stranger says,
releasing Gin’s wrist, though he doesn’t sound all that apologetic. “That was the
thing all of this is about, right? The perverted bastard’s pet project?”
Well. Gin’s more used to hearing
that phrase used to describe him, but
in this context he’s going to assume the man means Urahara. “What did ya do?”
“Sealed it,” he says precisely,
as if this answers everything. “If the Kyuubi no Kitsune can’t break an Eight
Trigrams Seal, neither can that thing. I’m sorry it had to be you I sealed it
into, but I was kind of short on options.”
On the list of things Gin truly Does
Not Want, having the Hōgyoku sealed inside of him probably ranks up there with kissing
Aizen full on the mouth. Still, it’s definitely better than the alternative, and
he gets his feet under him with an effort and pushes upright. His shihakusho is
already tattered, and he tugs it aside to find dark, heavy lines written across
his stomach, a spiral of black ink surrounded by neat characters.
“I don’ think I want ta be a
butterfly,” Gin says, a little faintly.
The stranger blinks, clearly
startled, and then snorts. “You’re not going to transform. It’s sealed. You can’t use its power, and
neither can anyone else.” Apparently dismissing the matter, he turns away, just
as a familiar figure staggers around a broken street corner with seething fury
in his face.
“You,” Aizen spits, bringing Kyōka
Suigetsu up like a threat. “What have you done?”
Despite himself, Gin almost
takes a step back. He’s never seen Aizen truly angry, even at the moment of his
betrayal, never seen raw shock on his face like this before. It’s…terrifying.
But the stranger just snorts,
facing him squarely. His eyes flicker past Aizen’s figure, to where Urahara
Kisuke is just stepping down onto the street with narrowed eyes and an
unreadable expression, and he smiles.
It’s not a nice expression.
“You’re not the first would-be god
I’ve dealt with,” he says flatly. “And compared to the actual god I’ve faced,
you don’t even begin to match up.” A step, and the air warps around him like a
vortex. He vanishes, winking out of existence, and Gin shifts forward before he
can help himself, not entirely sure what he means to do beyond help, and—
Aizen spins, sword slashing
through the air, but it passes right through the stranger ass he reappears. Then
he’s abruptly solid again, just in time to whirl and kick Aizen in the gut.
A flicker of flash-step and
Urahara appears next to Gin, one hand holding his hat in place and a small,
quirked smile on his lips. “My, my,” he says, and the tone is light but his
eyes are sharp. “It seems our visitor from another dimension has lots of tricks up his sleeve.”
Gin glances at the stranger just
in time to see him slam a hand against Aizen’s chest, fingertips glowing again,
and Aizen cries out as every last trace of his reiatsu vanishes from the air. “You
were keepin’ the kid in reserve?” he asks, because this is definitely not
something Aizen knew Urahara had.
It’s hard to tell whether he’s
getting more satisfaction from that thought or from watching Aizen get his ass
kicked by a man who doesn’t even seem to be trying.
Well. Both, probably. Scratch that,
Urahara chuckles, tipping his
hat down over his eyes a little more, though his gaze doesn’t leave the rather
one-sided fight. Gin had known that Aizen had never excelled at hand-to-hand
the way he did at kido, because he’s spent decades
learning the bastard’s weaknesses, but even knowing that it’s easy to see the
stranger is good, on top of his ability to turn intangible. “No, no. Our cute
little visitor didn’t even know about Aizen until a few minutes ago. He must
have felt the two of you appearing in the real Karakura and come to find me. Such
an adorable tsundere, don’t you think?”
Gin watches the adorable
tsundere deliver an uppercut to Aizen’s jaw that audible cracks bone, and refrains
There’s no need, anyway; without
the Hōgyoku, without his reiatsu, the blow knocks Aizen back on his heels, and
a final roundhouse kick catches him in the side of the head. He crumples like a
puppet without strings, collapsing into a heap on the ground, and the stranger
pulls back, breath still even as if he hadn’t just gone up against a man who
practically laid the Gotei 13 to waste.
“Oi, pervert,” he calls, without
looking away from Aizen. “You want him gift-wrapped or something?”
Urahara laughs merrily,
flash-stepping to the strangers side. “My, my, Obito, you’re certainly
Obito turns a dark look on him,
though it holds more aggravation than true anger. “I just watched him kick your
ass. And Yoruichi’s. Was I supposed
to go easy on him?”
“Revenge? For our sakes?” Urahara
asks cheerfully, and before Obito can dodge he catches him around the waist and
pulls him into what’s either a hug or an octopus’s stranglehold—Gin can’t quite
tell. “How sweet of you!”
With a squawk, Obito tries to
pry him off, but doesn’t get far. “Let go, you damned creep! Hey! Where do you
think you’re putting your hands—hey!”
“Ouch,” Urahara says in mild
protest, though his wince isn’t entirely faked. “I’ve already been abused once
today, you know.”
Tellingly, Obito stops
struggling instantly, practically sinking back into Urahara’s hold. “Idiot,” he
says, and there’s more relief than anything in his tone. “You know I would have
helped if you had just asked.”
“How was I supposed to know out
new freeloader had experience taking out gods?” Urahara protests with something
that’s probably supposed to be a pout. “How rude, keeping these things from
your lover, Obito.”
“Who’s my lover?” Obito retorts without
hesitation. “Stop saying when it’s
not even true!”
“But it could be—ow.”
“I changed my mind. Go die,” Obito
snarls, shoving Urahara back by the face. “Let me go, you can deal with the butterfly bastard—”
Gin turns quickly, catching a
flash of color out of the corner of his eye, and just has time to open his arms
before Rangiku plows into him. He huffs, staggering back a step, and feels her hug
him impossibly tight for three full seconds. Then she pulls back, expression
shading towards fury, and slaps him full across the face.
“You bastard, you knocked me out,” she hisses, though her
eyes are distressingly damp. “You can’t just apologize and then disappear, I thought you were going to die!”
Rangiku has always been able to
read him far too well.
Somehow it’s that thought above
all others that makes Gin suddenly realize that—they’re done. Aizen has been
beaten, and while Gin won’t relax until the bastard is nothing but ashes, he’s certain
Central 46 will take care of that soon enough. The man looks small and pathetic
inn defeat, and Gin can’t help but laugh, slumping forward as every muscle goes
weak with relief.
Rangiku catches him.
Of course she does.
“It’s over,” he tells her, just
in case she missed it.
There’s a long pause, and then a
careful kissed pressed to his hair. “It is,” Rangiku agrees. Amusement shades
into her tone as she asks, “Their doing?”
Gin doesn’t look to where Urahara
and Obito are still bickering, just hums quietly in agreement.
Then, without any warning, a
truly massive beacon of reiatsu practically explodes into existence. Gin wrenches
around on instinct, shoving Rangiku behind him as he grabs for his zanpakuto,
and a figure in black with daylily hair seems to spontaneously appear before
There’s a long moment of silence
as Kurosaki Ichigo blinks at Gin and Rangiku, at Obito still shoving at Urahara
as the exile clings to him, at Aizen unconscious in the dirt. Then, in a tone
of utter bewilderment, he says, “What?”
A laugh cracks out of somewhere
deep in Gin’s chest. He staggers with the force of his mirth, hanging onto
Rangiku to stay upright, and doesn’t stop laughing for a very long time.
It feels better than anything
has in almost a hundred years.
Just some will doodles of the universes best OTP~ 💕 I feel like whenever Wanda gets any kind of injury, even if it’s just a paper cut, Vision will always rush to her aid with extreme haste. x3 Gosh I love these two together~
8. Do you RP as any of you OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!
I don´t know if he counts as an OC and it´s been a while since I used him but this is Devil. Master of the underworld, eternal being with eternal powers. Known for his fluffy hair and fluffy heart. Collects pillows and chocolate has the same effect oh him alcohol has on us.
17.Any OC OTPs?
I have several ships but I started this universe thanks to these dorks, soooo…~ yeah, Adan and Rin
19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)
Sophie. She is Rin´s little sister. 9 years old 130 cm tall. She doesn´t grow any hair due to her Congenital Hypotrichosis (don´t know if I used it right in this sentence, ´s not my first language ehem). Some kids bully her because of it, but she can mostly deal with it. Her wig has the color of her mother´s hair. I guess she is just this strong young girl who fights against the comments and bullying, making me wanting only the best for her.