AND I'M HOLLOW

indie. priv. and sel. bleach multimuse sideblog

[bornhollowed]

#BORNHOLLOWED indie. & sel. BLEACH multimuse, ft. canons and ocs. sideblog to and follows back from @clanofd affiliated with: @jinjahime and all blogs cody. 34. they/them. white. graphics by @/senaedits. rules and muses under the cut

RULES

basic dni criteria applies. this blog is not a safe place for zionists.

i tag triggers as "[trigger] cw //". i tag standard triggers, but if there's anything you'd specifically like me to tag, please feel free to reach out.

i don't mind duplicates. i love ocs, and will not follow you if you're not kind to ocs in turn. i have my own ocs, and a lot of oc/canon ships for my muses, so if you don't respect ocs, i'm not interested writing with you.

i only interact with mutuals. you don't have to be following @/clanofd but if i'm not following you from there i will not interact.

i don't have the energy to deal with drama. that being said, social issues are not drama, and will be treated with the respect and importance they deserve.

there will be little to no sexual content on this blog, especially anything explicit. i'm actually not comfortable writing or discussing sexual content in private, either. i don't mind if you post it or rp it with others or anything, but i'd prefer if we don't go into detail in our rps or conversations.

shipping will be pretty much closed to anyone but sena.

i am a slow writer, unfortunately. sometimes i go a long time without writing. unless i've made a proper post announcing a hiatus, though, i am lurking around and silently supporting y'all from the sidelines. writing usually comes in bursts. i have trouble writing with people who aren't my partner, unfortunately. i know that seems silly for a public rp blog, but it's something i'm working hard on. i want to write with my mutuals, so i ask for your patience while i work on myself. if i follow you, i want to write with you.

MUSES

CANON

aikawa love. cis man. he/him. open to shipping.

akon. nonbinary. he/they. single ship with shikakubo monsai.

coyote starrk nonbinary. he/they. single ship with uno.

hirako shinji trans man. he/him. closed to shipping.

ishida ryuken cis man. he/him. closed to shipping.

ishida uryu cis man. he/him. open to shipping.

kuchiki rukia cis woman. she/her. open to shipping.

kurosaki ichigo cis man. he/him. open to shipping.

kurosaki isshin cis man. he/him. single ship with kurosaki reiko.

kyoraku shunsui cis man. he/him. single ship with kyoraku sasameki.

muguruma kensei cis man. he/him. single ship with sasakibe raiyu.

urahara kisuke cis man. he/him. single ship with kumori sora.

OCS (BIOS WIP)

saito michiyo. nonbinary. they/them. selective shipping. bio.

takeda miyu demigirl. she/they. single ship with sado yasutora.

[yokaimemes]

florence + the machine—everybody scream lyrics sentence starters.

some lines adjusted to fit; feel free to change pronouns, proper nouns, etc. as needed

everybody scream

i try to stay away, but i always meet you back at this place.

you give me everything and i feel no pain.

i break down, get up, and do it all again.

it's never enough.

you make me feel loved.

i can come here and scream as loud as i want.

here, i don't have to be quiet or kind.

i'm extraordinary and normal all at the same time.

look at me running myself ragged.

how can i leave you when you're screaming my name?

i'll make you sing for me—i'll make you scream.

aren't you so glad you came?

you're breathless, and begging, and screaming my name.

it's the magic and the misery, madness and the mystery.

oh, what has it done to me?

one of the greats

i crawled up from under the earth, with broken nails and coughing dirt.

with each bedraggled breath, i knew i came back from the dead.

i came back to show you how it's done.

i came back to show you what it takes what it takes to conquer and crucify.

i came back to show you what it takes to become one of the greats.

i've kept a scream inside my chest.

i killed everyone i'd ever kissed, hung them on the wall like trophies, each name a stain upon my lips.

i told the truth but could never see it through.

did i get it right? do i win the prize?

do you regret bringing me back to life?

with arms outstretched, i'm back from the dead.

i did my best, tried to impress.

it's so like a woman to profit from her madness.

i was only beautiful under the lights, only powerful there.

why did you dig me up for this?

you'll bury me again, say it's all pretend.

who really gets to be one of the greats?

i've really done it this time; this one is all mine.

it must be nice to be a man, and make boring music just because you can.

now don't get me wrong, i'm a fan.

you're my second-favorite front-man.

you could have me if you weren't so afraid of me.

it's funny how men don't find power very sexy.

do i drive you crazy?

i'm too feminine to function.

there's a pile of bodies and a trail of destruction.

i will let the light in, i will let some love in.

i will be happy, and it will be perfect.

witch dance

come lie down with death.

show me the way this feeling leads.

can i keep all this beauty forever inside?

which way should i go?

child, how would i know?

desire beyond reason is a ruinous thing.

a stranger came to my door and i welcomed him in.

my feet are bleeding, but i cannot stop; i have many miles yet to cross.

we've been waiting to meet you; it's only a matter of time.

i met every monster from the bar to broadway.

all their violent offers, i just turn them away.

your threats and your promises, they don't scare me.

after all, there's nobody more monstrous than me.

sympathy magic

memory fails me—names and faces blur.

there is only after, or before.

am i so different? have i changed?

i do not recognize my face.

the scar fades but pulls inside, tugging at me all the time.

it's like chewing on a feeling and spitting it out.

i'm anxious and ashamed.

i do not find worthiness a virtue.

i no longer try to be good.

it didn't keep me safe like you told me that it would.

come on, tear me wide open.

it's the only god that i know, and it does not want me on my knees to believe.

i don't have to be worthy.

tear me wide open, 'til i'm losing my mind, 'til i cannot contain it.

come on, i can take it. give me everything you got.

perfume and milk

the seasons change, the world turns.

bury it deep and swallow it down.

i'm trying to read, but getting distracted.

i'm trying to live, but feeling so damaged.

all shall be well.

miracles are often inconvenient.

a prayer is a spell.

i'll pack my bags and get in the car, take a pilgrimage to wherever you are.

it's the one pink ribbon that holds me together.

i am changing, becoming something else.

i'm a creature of longing, tending only to myself.

i'm licking my wounds and burrowing down.

well, healing is slow—it comes and it goes.

something's gained when something's lost.

buckle

i wanna call you on the telephone.

i made a thousand people love me, now i'm all alone.

my resolve is sinking like a stone.

what would i even say?

i guess it's something that just never goes away.

i'm stupid and i'm damaged, and you're a disaster, but when you walk into the room, none of it matters.

i know this won't work, but make it ache, make it hurt.

you can keep me a secret, or choose someone else.

you closed the door and left me screaming on the floor.

i just buckle, i can't take it anymore.

i let you walk all over me.

you make me think my therapy is a waste of money.

i'll fall for anyone awful who tells me i'm pretty.

i blocked your number, but you didn't notice.

oh, god, i thought i was too old for this—i should be over it.

i'm much too old for this, but i'm not over it.

i'm not better than this—show me what i'm worth.

kraken

sometimes, my body seems so alien to me.

i grow restless and hungry, as the water rises up around me.

you're so good-looking, it's obscene.

some things, it seems, are catching up with me.

i let it in, i start to swim.

all of my peers, they had such potential.

my love, i have to tell you, i kissed them all and let them drown.

when your hand reached out i just pushed you further down.

well, do you see me now?

do i haunt you in your sleep?

did you know how big i would become?

did you know how much i would eat?

i'm so glamorous and ravenous as i drag you off your feet.

there's nothing you can do.

some things, it seems, are catching up with you.

you said i would be nothing, but look—i'm really something.

will you see me through the pain?

have you changed? well, so have i.

do i terrify?

the old religion

i am wound so tightly, i hardly even breathe.

you wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release.

i'm so tired of being careful, of being still.

give me something i can crush, something i can kill.

i'm afraid—don't let it find me.

you can't outrun yourself, you'll see.

i'm powerless—don't remind me.

it's freedom from the body, freedom from the pain.

when it's at its darkеst, it's my favorite bit.

watch me crawl on hands and knees and scratch at the door of heaven.

drink deep

no, i did not sleep.

my eyes began to hollow, my skin began to fade.

what i thought was a night was a thousand years.

what i thought was a sip was a thousand tears.

yеs, it came from me.

music by men

all the love that came my way, i found a way to push away.

i don't wanna be afraid anymore.

i don't wanna run from love like i have before.

you have a bigger ego than you think you do.

let it be us, let it be home.

i know how to fall in love—i do it constantly.

i fall in love with everyone i meet for ten minutes at least.

then comes the work, the resentments, and the hurt.

i always thought i was nice, i thought i was kind, 'til i tried to do something that was almost real life.

it's not like what i've seen in tv shows, or what i've read in books.

it's so much harder than it looks.

if it requires practice and dedication, i just get bored.

we discussed something called compromise, a brand new concept that i've never tried.

fuck it, i might as well give music by men a try.

let there be love, let there be light.

let there be a quiet day and an easy night.

let me put out a record and have it not ruin my life.

i'm running back to the only love i could ever control.

you can have it all

i light a candle, and place my grief upon the altar.

i used to think i knew what sadness was—i was wrong.

am i a woman now?

i try and control what i can and i feel the world slip through my hand.

you can have it all.

and love

love is not what i thought it was; it crept up on me despite myself.

it is not a love song—it is something else.

love is more like surrendering to something.

peace is coming.

love is more than a romance novel heroine being swept away.

[bornhollowed]

CURSE YOU ASK LIMIT

[bornhollowed]

updated my pinned muselist with pronouns and shipping statuses!!

[bornhollowed]

FUCK FUCK SORRY MY MISTAKE

transes shinji's gender

[bornhollowed]

updated my pinned muselist with pronouns and shipping statuses!!

[bornhollowed]

name (last, first): saito michiyo

age: same age group as renji/rukia/momo/izuru

gender and sexuality: nonbinary (they/them) and gay

species: hollowfied soul (visored)

division and seat: 9th division, 3rd seat (post fake karakura town arc)

bio: born to a noble family, michiyo would often escape their lessons to explore the rukongai instead. eventually, michiyo's mother, saito michiko, turned to a close family friend, aizen sosuke, for a solution to michiyo's wild behaviour. aizen suggested michiyo be entered into shin'o academy where he was a teacher, considering michiyo had advanced enough spiritual pressure, and michiyo was enrolled against their will. however, michiyo found they excelled at learning to be a shinigami, especially when it came to learning kido. they enjoyed their lessons, and the friends they made, including abarai renji and kuchiki rukia, who they had met previously as a child in the rukongai. the only thing holding michiyo back was their chronic illness. since they were a child, michiyo would experience spells of nausea, weakness, fatigue and fainting. the spells were infrequent when they were young, but as they got older, they would happen more and more. since they were a child, michiko encouraged michiyo to hide their illness, and would take them to aizen rather than to healers or the 4th division. aizen was able to quell these moments of sickness with a special tea he would give them, and michiyo grew to rely on this cure to get them through the day. eventually, michiyo graduated from shin'o academy and joined the 9th division. they enjoyed contributing to the seireitei communication, both the printing process and writing articles about noble gossip. though they continued to be chronically ill, they became a well liked shinigami, even if they were known for being impulsive and sometimes wild.

series bio: found here. (wip)

positive traits: passionate, energetic, brave, empathetic, playful

negative traits: self-conscious, childish, envious, stubborn, avoidant

zanpakuto name and description: 'onna-musha' when sealed is a katana. when released, onna-musha becomes a naginata. to release onna-musha, michiyo speaks the command "ride, onna-musha". it is an kido illusion-type zanpakuto. michiyo has not achieved bankai yet.

other powers: michiyo is fused with their hollow mask and cannot take it off, so they have to re-learn how to fight without exerting themself too much and using all their stamina. they cannot reach the levels of other visoreds power when they use their hollow masks as they cannot properly rest after. like other visoreds, michiyo could theoretically achieve ressureccion, but have yet to do so. michiyo is especially good at kido.

extra info: tba.

[gigantediablo]

" miyu-chan, good morning. " stepping into the classroom with surprising softness, chad ducks his head a bit and nods, raising a large hand in a wave towards @bornhollowed; sitting down at the desk next to hers, he adjusts his guitar case over his shoulder, finally offering them a smile.

" kōsuke said you've been helping him out lately. " head tilts slightly, hidden gaze turning from their face to the tome they usually carried with them; he could only guess she'd been using it. " is it about that group … ? "

[bornhollowed]

"ah- yasutora-!" though miyu is usually quiet, often too lost in thought to notice their surroundings, the deep, familiar voice of yasutora always brings them back to the present, smiling brightly up at him as they sit up straighter. "good morning!"

the bright smile remains as he sits, miyu following his gaze to her large book, nodding in response to the question. with a glance around, she makes sure no one else is paying attention before moving her desk a bit closer to his, opening the book to where it was bookmarked, shifting it so he can see the pages too.

"y-yeah. we've been going through my book for mentions of the hyakki yagyo, but there seem to be pages missing. there's no visible tears, but sometimes it cuts off mid sentence, or there's damage to the bindings."

their thumb brushes over some loose bindings, highlight them for yasutora to see. gaze, now furrowed and pensive, turns up to him again.

"i was going to search some old boxes in our storage to see if maybe i could find them there. want to help me after school? i promised kosuke i'd look as soon as possible."

[bornhollowed]

Wish I could accurately draw what post-hollowfication michiyo looks like because that is a CREATURE if I ever saw one

[jellyribbons]

Wedding night

[turnbackthependulum]

From BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War — The Calamity ed theme

[turnbackthependulum]

Shunuki 🥹😭 || BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War — The Calamity

[shirohakune]

Most ardently~

[shirohakune]

Painted Bankai Rukia, the prettiest to ever exist ❄️

[chellychuu]

[bornhollowed]

happy birthday kensei! don't let the haters get you down, king, you'll always be number 1! sparkle on!

[jinjahime]

" aa—coyote-sama? " as if the air she were floating in were made of water, the yōkai bobs up and down in gentle waves, slowly approaching @bornhollowed with a trail of dripped water left behind her; head cants slightly to the side as she draws closer, taking in the sight of them nestled into the pillows. with lilynette out exploring the palace, it had fallen to uno to wake coyote after a knock on the large palace doors signaled the upcoming meeting.

" coyote-sama … a-aizen-san is calling a meeting— " reaching out, they gently grab the espada's sleeve, tugging on it to try and rouse him ( try perhaps being the operative word—uno was loathe to disturb his rest, after all. ) " please wake up for uno … "

[bornhollowed]

no matter how sweet, how gentle the voice that wakes him is, coyote can't help but let out a grunt when he's roused. his first instinct is to turn over in his pile of pillows and go back to sleep, but the tugging on his sleeve is enough to get him to open an eye, looking up at uno as they reluctantly but insistently keep trying to wake him.

"meeting? damn-" trust aizen to call a meeting when they've finally got a chance to have a nap. it took lilynette some convincing to go explore los noches and leave them alone, their shrill voice making it too hard to sleep. and now that they're finally gone? aizen wants to hold a damn meeting.

coyote reaches out to uno, his fingers closing around her wrist. at first, his intention is to get some help standing from the pillows, but at the last minute his mind changes, and with a short tug, he's pulling the yokai down towards him instead.

"mmm, can't we stay here a little while longer? we don't have to rush." their arms wrap around uno, knowing full well that they'll be showing up at the meeting eventually in a soaked outfit, but until then, he'd rather stay here.

[crehate]

vladislav molochniy