Broken Down God

Independent Yhwacht Fragment Blog Penned by Mercy MDNI

[oceansprompts]

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

your name:

Romantic or platonic?:

A night in or dinner out or an activity?:

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?:

What's your perfect date?:

Would you cook for me?:

Would you let me cook for you?:

Can we make-out?:

Make out in private or in public?:

Do you like to cuddle?:

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?:

Couch or bed?:

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?:

Tell me something about you no else knows:

Why do you want to be my valentine?:

What makes you a good Valentine?:

[brokenalmighty]

@historias-multorum 's Neliel from Here!

It was certainly not the response he expected. Nt that he deemed her incapable of such a sentiment. No, that was something he'd derived quite some time ago. But rather it was the certainty with which she spoke that caught him a bit off guard.

"Does it ever bother you? That your mindset is so rare amongst your kind?"

[brokenalmighty]

@historias-multorum 's Byakuya from Here!

"I suppose I was simply curious. I overheard one of your coworkers refer to you as 'Husband Material'. And so I had a discussion with Mrs. Basterbine about what that would entail, and the subject of your culinary skills came up."

[obsidiennes]

Bambietta stood there impassively throughout the mumbling and metaphorical prostrations, almost looking like a statue. She was, whatever her deficiencies, a political animal, and she naturally took to acting as situations required.

She was not merely lucky. If she weren't any good, she'd never have lasted as long and climbed as high as she had, no matter how much nobody else actually envied her position.

She also only heard some of what he said; the beginning part was lost to her. The vibe at the end was not; however, it was no matter.

She snapped her fingers with her right hand, the click loud and clear in the night air despite her gloves. Her left hand came to rest on a hip, her posture actually easing—but that actually only gave an air of greater confidence and authority to her. She was in command here, and it radiated off her.

"You're going nowhere, space case," she stated. "I asked you a question. Whatever your name is, since you've wandered into the Seireitei, whether you mosey out unnoticed or not, I've seen you, so you're now my problem. And you're also a Quincy, so that makes you my responsibility."

She was, after all, Chancellor of the Quincy.

Meanwhile, the Visual Department might still be a shambles, but who knew what that asshole Kurotsuchi Mayuri was getting up to in terms of surveillance these days? It wasn't unreasonable to imagine this conversation was already being recorded, and if this guy got into trouble or got picked up, she would bear the consequences.

She did not like consequences. Especially if this really was a clone or son or whatever of Yhwach. Like hell if she wanted to have to talk to Central 46 any more than she already did.

"If you've been wandering for days, you must be as hungry as you are sleepy." She was not privy to the weirdest reports from Rukongai—her people overwhelmingly stayed in the Seireitei—but even she'd heard whispers about how strange the situation was getting out there, and at any rate it was still a shitshow when it came to food.

"I can give you both food and lodging, but in exchange you're gonna stop stonewalling me. I'm a popularly elected official vested with protecting the interest of the Quincy, understand?" She acted with authority, damnit! The will of the people!

"Come with me." She gestured for him to come along, and would wait for his compliance in approaching before whisking him to her actual personal residence with Shadow. Shaoling seemed to be in her own quarters, and it was obviously unwise to show this new arrival off to any other Quincy until she figured out what was going on, for all kinds of reasons...

[brokenalmighty]

"A quincy?" He murmured, that sounded correct. So he simply decided to take her word for it. even so, he gave a slight shrug. "And If you're looking for a name, I don't have one." He stated simply enough. "But if you want, just keep calling me Yuu."

The mention of food did cause him to become slightly more aware of an idle gnawing sensation in his stomach. He made no comment as to the matter, she seemed pretty sure of herself after all. It wasn't a bad quality, he supposed.

"No, not really. But if you're offering to take me in. I'll do my best with whatever you need. I appreciate it." He affirmed calmly.

Once he was beckoned, he didn't hesitate and made his way to the woman. Though the sensation of being swallowed up by shadows was... a slight surprise, but not an unnerving one. It almost felt familiar. Once they had arrived, he took a moment to glance around. A home?

So she'd taken him to her place. His guard went back up just a little.

[obsidiennes]

Maybe Bambietta wasn't exactly ready for war, but she was not expecting whatever kind of nonsense this was to go well at all, and she was absolutely on high alert.

Centuries around other Sternritter had fashioned a paranoid mind ready to go at a moment's notice when threatened, because even a split second of hesitation could spell defeat, humiliation, subjugation, death, or worse. While her time here among the Shinigami had polished and tempered her, and she had even found a place of genuine safety and comfort, old habits died hard.

The old her would have shot first and asked questions later.

The new her had an itchy trigger finger held back by questions.

Shaoling would interrogate people first too, right? Maybe? She might just eliminate them... Or cripple them first...

Anyway, when this bizarre shade of Yhwach apologized, she was sufficiently keyed up and ready to go that it took the entire pause of him pulling back his hood for her to even begin to process it properly.

The whole youthful appearance thing was pretty shocking—people teased her about looking young, but he really did look like a kid, or well, a teen?—but the mere idea of Yhwach ever apologizing for anything was utterly preposterous. Then he was talking about not knowing who she was and guessing her name...

HUH?!

Was this some kinda trick? Playing dumb? She was still on guard, but this was not at all the modus operandi of Yhwach. Even his way of speaking was all weird and... personable...

"... Bambietta Basterbine," she finally offered, still kind of flabbergasted. Still, she nonetheless straightened up and took on a more composed air.

She then asserted, "Bundeskanzler der Bundesrepublik Quincy." Whatever was going on, she was in charge here! "And you are?"

[brokenalmighty]

She seemed anxious enough, but there wasn't much he could do about that. He was a little on edge himself, this sensation that he couldn't quite shake away, like the sensation of spotting yourself in a far off mirror.

That said, she seemed to relax her spiritual pressure after he spoke. That at least was progress. At least she wasn't going to attack him just yet.

"Bambietta Basterbine...."

He exhaled softly at that and a slight smile formed on his features.

"That's .... an energetic name. It's fitting." He murmured, before raising both of his hands, showing that they were empty. "I'm not here to start a fight or anything. I was just curious. I thought you looked familiar, but I guess I was mistaken. I've mostly been wandering for a few days to find someplace to sleep for the night." He noted calmly, before lowering his hands and then giving a very slight dip at the neck. A slight shadow of a bow toward the woman.

"However, I understand if you're a bit leery of strangers. I won't be lingering. I'll find somewhere else." He noted, his tone appeasing. As no doubt, a familiar phrase might float to the surface of her memories.

I hate conflict.

[memexauxqueen]

Friends sentence starters: Joey Edition

20 sentence starters. Send ❂ for a randomly generated sentence, or send me one:

[memexauxqueen]

1. “Were you, or were you not, on a gay cruise?” 2. “It’s a pen, but it’s also a clock!” 3. “Well I’m sorry if I’m not a middle-aged black woman.” 4. “I’m an actor. I’ll act cool.” 5. “He taped over my Baywatch tape with some show about bugs!” 6. “I can’t believe I almost lost another girl/guy because of counting!” 7. “I found my identical hand twin!” 8. “I say: Push her down the stairs!” 9. “Women can see breasts any time they want. They just look down, and there they are. How you get any work done is beyond me.” 10. “I’m his butt double. I play Al Pacino’s butt.” 11. “Now tell me you wanna carress my butt!” 12. “There’s always room for jello.” 13. “It’s not what you said, it’s the way you said it.” 14. “Oh my god —- I’m a WOMAN!” 15. “What’s not to like? Custard: good. Jam: good. Meat: good.” 16. “You’re dead inside.” 17. “I’m not talking to you, you broke my fridge!” 18. “Are you in love with her or something?” 19. “Where’s my underwear?” 20. “I’m curvy, and I like it!”

[brokenalmighty]

[hirak0s]

Nicht dein Blut? (cont'd) || @brokenalmighty

Ayame would look at the hollow dissolving and tilt her head to watch it before looking at the other watching the reishi dissipating... just who was this she wondered. Ah, she'd get an answer, likely here soon.

"Oh, ya're not injured then?" She was going to take care of wounds if he was.

"I'm Ayame Hirako. An' I'm not sure wha'cha mean by with them?" There were a few things that could mean. Squad Five, A shinigami, anything. "An' who're ya?"

[brokenalmighty]

"I'm fine." He stated calmly, as if there had been no doubt that that would be the case, even so, he couldn't help but be on his guard, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he watched the shinigami.

"I meant the hollows." He clarified quietly, though as he took a moment to survey her, he didn't seem to have the qualities those that consorted with the beasts usually had. No mask. No Hole. That he could see. But that didn't mean he'd let his guard down.

"Nobody important. What are you doing here?"

[veilled-deactivated20160315]

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

[itmeanshcpe-blog]

veilled :

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

[aliviaar]

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

[brokenalmighty]

“   it  seems  you  know  everything .   ”

The comment was certainly a surprise. Turning his attention toward the woman who made it, he fell silent as the very notion drew a thought to his head.

How awful it would be, to know everything.

"I just pay attention." He sighed, kicking the hunk of carboard to the side and crouching down to pick up the object that had been dropped. Turning it over a few times in his hand before slipping it into his pocket.

"As appreciated as your company is, I can't help but wonder. Are you here because you want to be, or are you simply keeping an eye on me?"

[brokenalmighty]

@historias-multorum

Ino voice: Join us! Join us!

"I think I'll pass for the time being. Is there any particular reason this is reserved for Sundays?"

[obsidiennes]

For all its vaunted peace after the war, the Seireitei had nonetheless quickly proved to be both a beacon to and a haven for all kinds of strangeness on the regular. Hooded weirdos wandering around were a bit unusual, but with those Kidō Corps creeps skulking about, not that strange.

This one approaching Bambietta alarmed her though, for exactly the reason that he—she was instantly certain of that!—was approaching her. None of the others did that as she was well known to be (quite literally) a loose cannon if provoked, and as a head of state she enjoyed certain legal protections...

The nearer he drew, the more she felt her blood thrum and skin crawl, as faint whispers vied to be heard in the darker recesses of her mind. Yet it was when he spoke that she froze up for a split second. The voice was different—unstrained by age—but it was unmistakably him.

I-impossible! He's dead! Up there!

And yet...

That is not him.

She scowled as the certainty of that statement coursed through her. But talk was cheap! She promptly tried to activate her Vollständig! And... nothing?

She clenched a fist so tight that her glove squeaked like leather, but didn't immediately move to shoot. She ought to... figure out what was going on here! Don't tell me that jerkoff had some bastard kid or something...

"You... I don't know who the hell you are, but you got no right to call me that!" Only Shaoling was allowed to call her that to her face anymore!

[brokenalmighty]

He felt something.

A tug that he couldn't quite describe as the woman bristled and flexed her spiritual pressure and for a moment he almost felt his stomach turn.

But more than that, the sudden blistering anger that came rolling off the woman was enough to let him know that he'd seemed to have crossed some sort of line. Well, just his luck that his brain had hatched up some stranger's nickname rather than their real one.

"I apologize." He murmured, reaching up and peeling down his hood so that she could see him properly.

So that those pale eyes could survey the raised hackles that seemed to writhe under his gaze. Paralleled by the sensation of familiarity feeling so much more...sharp. As if something potent were primed to ward him away.

"I'm afraid I don't know who you are, I'm a bit cursed with being good at guessing names. IF you don't mind, since I didn't quite guess right. What's your name?"

[brokenalmighty]

That's certainly a lot of chest out in the open.

[brokenalmighty]

@auburniivenus from Here!

There wasn't the slightest need for any supernatural powers to see the doubt and uncertainty that fought inside the woman standing before him.

She had a kind face, one that seemed eager to trust and connect. Even her voice though pulled terse in vigilance still held the echoing timbre of yearning.

She seemed to know him.

So many people seemed to.

"And what sort of bond might that be?" A soft clack as he took a step closer. There wasn't a shred of push or shove in his expression. Ultimately, whether the woman decided to trust him or not was inconsequential. Not for anything that would be within his power. No.

Because he could feel the hole in her soul. What was 'Missing'.

He closed the distance between them, never breaking eye contact as he did so. Until they were a few mere feet away from eachother, and he reached behind himself.

Paf.

The Soft crinkle of a bag, before he reached out and presented a paper bag. The contents of which could be gleaned from the soft scent of sugar.

"Mr. Urahara sends his regards. As thanks for helping with the hollows that showed up near the Shoten the other week." He noted softly. "If you'd like to continue discussing trust. I'm afraid I have one more Delivery I have to make for miss Sarugaki. I'd hardly ask you to join me for the trip." He offered a little smile at that.

[brokenalmighty]

is that blood? (from Ayame!)

He was still getting used to his body, it had been what, a week since he'd woken up? But if nothing else, he seemed to have instincts enough to manage for the time being.

The hollow's body was already dissolving. Not the way that a shinigami's blade sent one to the afterlife, but its soul and its constituents simply being reduced to spirit particles.

Still, the blood was not something that was rid of so easily.

The voice however, that caught him a bit by surprise, and he cast a glance over his shoulder to spot the Blonde that had spotted the tail end of his encounter.

"It's not mine." He murmured, the slim blade of reishi dissolving from his grasp.

"And who might you be? Are you with them?"

[wintersoldier-barnes]

“I don’t care what happens to things you want to protect. What you want to protect, is not what I want to protect!”