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UNDER CONSTRUCTION! Indi Bleach RP multimuse blog 18+ nsfw OC/AU friendly multifandom, multiship written by: Zeke WARNING: This blog will contain triggers! Including but not limited to: Blood, torture, cannibalism, violence, etc. Will be tagged accordingly. icons were made by Snow or myself. Please do not use!

[le-immorte]

[diversoulity]

Rests chin on shoulder. Then--... GOES TO STEAL A BITE OF HIM. [ for... Aizen-sama~! (LOWKEY, OH NO.) ]

@sphaeraa

​   Here, it was dark, everything so very still-- silent.                                                                                                    Calm.                                          At least on the surface, it would seem so.       They say to be careful when you surround yourself with darkness, for it can  c o n s u m e  you. However, when pertaining to this pair in particular,                                             it would be them to consume the darkness.    

  There would be no apt description for the feeling of such immaculate fangs digging into godly flesh.  Those that experienced such were not often long for this world-- or the next. Likewise, for any whom would attempt to even bare their teeth at Aizen.                             

                                    And yet--    these two.  

Whether it was considered affection, a sign, a warning--                                                                                                                                              it didn't matter.    The point was they were the only ones to know what a gesture such as this truly meant.  

   His breath pulled through teeth, followed by a rather sinister grin. Opening the one eye that remained unrestricted. 

             “So, it’s time for us to rise.”

[diversoulity]

Quietly offers Akon some Mini Marshmellows. It's been a while.

@ryusxnka

The gesture, though as discreet as it is, results in a genuine grin from the Lieutenant. However, that expression is swiftly hidden behind his hand as those mini treats are consumed.

Within moments, as if this exchange was performed many times before, a small bag of uniquely colored marshmallows was procured from his lab coat pocket. Then ceremoniously extended to the other with a gentle nod. "Some new flavors here I think you'll enjoy." Akon was good with conversation, though he didn't intend to overstep any comfort zones or what have you with those outside his own division. Cautious to a fault-- most of the time.

[diversoulity]

Materializes behind the Octava quietly. Leans in and--... GOES TO BITE. [ for Szayel ~ ]

@sphaeraa

He was always overly cautious, even though Szayel had his own WING of the palace. Surveillance, drones, traps and multiple other security measures in place. Yet the ONE being that could evade them all at his will-- he was the single exception. Likewise, among the select few that the Octava had no issue with the physical pain he delivered. Not that he could have much say otherwise, but this was mutual-- as far as Szayel was aware-- though to what benefit would the Hōgyoku gain to pulling a ruse such as that? Truth of the matter was he was ALLOWED this sort of privilege with the Hōgyoku. The Octava was deemed worthy, and rightly so.. in his own mind, Szayel held the title of perfection, how could he be denied-- or deny the most delicious pleasure provided by the entity himself?

All humbleness aside, a greeting such as this was met with a deep groan as his head tilted to the side. His neck being an incredibly sensitive area, the Hōgyoku, of course, seemed to be taking advantage of that knowledge.

"Well well, it's lovely to see you too~" Murmured within a sultry tone as he reached back to caress the silverette's jawline with gloved fingers.

[diversoulity]

they

all 

want

to

play

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 Quietly follows a certain someone because it seems like fun.

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bleachedoracle​:

( オタク ) ~ “..like that’s anything new..” He huffed, hugging his knees even tighter as he lowered his head to hide. He knew that tactic. His grandmother used it all the time back home in his world. Either you behave or you get ignored. He kept himself quiet, wondering just what would happen if he cooperated properly.

“..at least you were nice to talk to..” He didn’t even bother looking up for the time being. Akon had enough of his tough-guy act. He always was the cocky type when he tried to act tough. “I’m surprised I’m still alive.. I.. just don’t wanna die yet. Not before I can change it.“

  Of course he heard everything the human was saying, no matter how quiet or how far Akon walked from his cell. Having access to the auditory surveillance and all that. Letting out a sigh as he paused in his steps. The chances that Wes would be executed wasn’t very high at this point. In reality it was a wrong place at the wrong time. But if he was the only one trying to explain himself.. those chances would be greatly increased. So, Akon turned around, snuffed out his cigarette and paced back to the cell.

Fucking conscience.. 

  “Look, you’re not going to die here. I’m not exactly sure how valuable other divisions consider you but you could be of use to us. I can’t guarantee anything just yet but whining isn’t going to get you anywhere. Neither is trying to boss any of us around. You understand that much, yeah?”

[diversoulity]

senboago​:

The affection brings about a soft hum, making her long for more. As if she would outright ask for it though. Still she can’t help the smile she gives him. “Of course,” She promises. At his question, she simply shrugs as her body pulls away from him. “Not much. Things have been pretty quiet.”

Picking her book back up, she stands. The literature is filed back onto a small shelf. Then she stretches her arms with a small, satisfied groan. “I’m thinking about some tea, if you’d like some?” She asks so genuinely, blue eyes settling back on him.

  His eyes follow her movements as she moves away and replaces the book. The way her body moved was too hypnotic for his own good. At least she brought out the best in him. After so many years of being-- well not so ‘good’-- this felt nice, different but really nice all the same. 

 ”Are you trying to make me switch from coffee? How dare!” The light tone in his voice made it evident that he was joking.     “Sure thing, sweetheart. Make sure to put extra sugar in mine.” Not that he didn’t enjoy tea, Askin was far more of a coffee addict than anything. 

Settling himself into a comfy chair, leaning back as he asked.    “Have you been keeping out of trouble while I was away?”

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sphaeraa​:

            Be it relayed by tongue or motion, any and all of one another’s intentions conveyed seamlessly through their existing synergy.             And with each pass, they relayed through existing silence their intentions, when words were nothing when forced into a light of comparison. So when Aizen turned around to face the entity with an unblemished, timed pivot, regarding him with that even gaze, how could the Hōgyoku do anything but not meet his hues, if only to get lost in them for as long as allowed. 

            A gentle smile touched the Hōgyoku’s lips just as that hand came up and delved digits into the silverette’s hair, and with the sound of the reaper’s hum, the god’s purr reached it’s most melodious depths. His head tilted forward slightly, and his posture remained as relaxed and receptive to the shinigami as it always did.             The orb was–to say the absolute very LEAST–more than PERFECTLY content.             As long as he could be here… as long as he could be with him.             “Well, perhaps I will consider keeping my presence closer to you more consistently instead. I would be rather distraught to find you less than entirely well.” The entity lifted an arm, reaching across the narrow space between them until his hand was just high enough to gently rest above his waist, against his abdomen.             “But…” He breathed the word lightheartedly, amusement lilting his tone within it docile volume, “for now, I am relieved that you are complete with me~.” 

   The gentlest touch from a being that held unmeasurable power, he could never tire of moments like this. Every interaction, no matter how seemingly insignificant, was overwhelming in the best of ways. Aizen couldn’t imagine his existence without the Hōgyoku at his side.

  “Certainly there wouldn’t be any complaints from me.        Likewise, I couldn’t fathom anything of the sort for you and your well being.” 

 Allowing a soft chuckle to pass through his lips. Hardly a step closer and their forms were as close as they could be. Keeping eye contact all the while, his hand continued to caress those fine silver locks. Which had become somewhat therapeutic after all the time spent together. As if his presence wasn’t enough. 

  “Have you sated your wanderlust lately? I know how you tend to crave exploration of the unknown. If so, I would love to hear about your endeavors.”

[diversoulity]

She could only stare at him, eyes focused yet a bit scared. Her lips parted for just a moment to speak sometimes but closing it and looking down to the ground.

@softmortem

His gaze didn't waver, keeping poised as usual as she seemed to waver between speaking or not. Arching a brow when she chose the latter.

How disappointing.

"I wonder where all of your courage has run off to."

[diversoulity]

bleachedoracle​:

( オタク ) ~ “..I know who you are. You’re from the 12th division.. Mayuri Kurotsuchi’s right hand man aside from Nemu.” He huffed, keeping his voice down as he kept breathing slowly as to be careful not to smell the smoke. “You were in the Maggot’s Nest until Kisuke Urahara got you and Mayuri out of there just over a hundred years ago.” Mayuri had no respect from this one. But how could he know that information? Some Oracle he was. He pursed his lips, blue hues focused on the man with horns jutting from his forehead.

“I already consider myself lucky since it’s you I’m dealing with and not Kurotsuchi. I don’t particularly like him.” He scoffed a little more, keeping his chin neatly planted on his knees. “I’ll be nice if you be nice. I can’t abide by rudeness.”

   ”Good, that saves me time in explaining details about myself.” How the guy knew that was a mystery for the time being. Akon would do some research later. Likely someone knew the human’s story. No need to ‘waste’ his question on that if the information was probably already out there.

  ”I would say that I’m flattered but most others don’t like him either.” Akon had worked with Kurotsuchi for so long, he had learned the man’s patterns-- as convoluted as they might seem. Still, knowing which buttons to press and which to avoid was a VERY good thing, especially in the 12th.  “Setting the terms for me? Hmm interesting.              Well, I gotta get back to work, enjoy the silence, Wes.”

He turned and began to leisurely pace away from the cell. Akon didn’t have time for some cocky kid behind bars. Maybe he could send in someone from the 11th instead.

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bleachedoracle​:

( オタク ) ~ “Not quite. It only activates whenever a question relating to the past, present or future is asked.” He answered, moving back to the wall of the cell to avoid the smell of cigarette smoke. “Do you mind not smoking around me? It makes me nauseous. If you wanna smoke so bad, do it near a window, please.” He hugged his knees, huffing in annoyance.

Of COURSE he’d have to talk to someone from the 12th division.. Mayuri probably was just ITCHING to get his hands on the Oracle.

“My name is Wes. I’d say my full name, but it’s hard to pronounce in Japanese.”  

“Technically I asked about the past, didn’t I?”

He smirked, blowing the smoke off to the side. “Listen, I’m not even supposed to be smoking inside here, anyway there’s no windows nearby. Plus, I don’t take orders from prisoners.” His browline arched, staring at him for a long moment. Sure Akon could be courteous but this kid hadn’t exactly earned that kind of respect just yet. Though he did hold the cigarette away from the bars so he wouldn’t complain too much.. hopefully. 

  “Alright, Wes.. there’s a start. I’m Akon. Lucky for you, Taichou stuck me in charge of making sure you cooperate. If the pronunciation is too difficult, then say it in your language, I’ll have no trouble translating it.” He stated as he fished out a small device from one of his pockets.

[diversoulity]

ZEKE IS BACK!!! Hellow

@deivorous

I am!! Hellluuuurrrr!

tryina get back into the swing of things and all that :3

[diversoulity]

bleachedoracle​:

( オタク ) ~ “I was home. Sleeping. Next thing I know, I wake up here in the seireitei. I have a rule, y’know.” He folded his own arms, getting comfortable on his knees. “One question. One answer. No more, no less.” He was going to be stubborn. He already had so many people pester him about it today.

“I was in bed. Curled up next to my cat. I didn’t feel well, ok? That’s all I remember. Then poof! Here I am! Been here for months.”

   ”Maybe you’re dead then.” He was only half joking. Though people aren’t known to remember their past after crossing over so theoretically that wasn’t likely the case. Still, it would make a hell of a lot more sense than him just waking up in seireitei for-- whatever reason. Bringing the lighter to the tip of his addiction, a small huff of a laugh sounded after hearing about the rule given. 

   “Guess that makes me special huh? Considering you’ve already answered two of my questions and gave me some bonus insight. You tell more than you realize..  hmm. I would ask your name but I suppose you wouldn’t give an answer, according to your rule.”

[diversoulity]

senboago​:

@diversoulity​

Askin appears seemingly out of nowhere and gives a soft whisper into her ear.

“Hello there, beautiful~”

His presence isn’t unwelcomed. It’s still surprising given the length of time away from each other.

Kaede jolts, almost dropping her book. Yet, after gathering herself, she faces him with a sincere smile. Tucking the book away beside her, she complete turns her body to him. Her arms stretch out to embrace him. A soft kiss to his cheek. It’s strange how oddly empty her home felt during his absence.

“Finally back?” She muses, nuzzling into him.

  He chuckles at the little jump, mirroring that smile. He really can’t help himself, even after so long, his smile comes out naturally around her. Wrapping his arms around, returning the affection plus a few more kisses to her other cheek and one to her lips. 

  ”Mhm, it was dreadfully boring, going into hiding again. But you can keep me safe, yeah?” He winked and gave her a playful squeeze. “Anything exciting happen lately?”

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bleachedoracle​:

( オタク ) ~ The human jumped, eyes wide as he turned to spot Akon. “Ack!!” He fell back, tripping over the stool behind him. “Give a guy a warning sometime!” Wes sat up, dusting himself off properly. Hearing the other speak so casually about the incident involving Ichigo, the Oracle huffed softly.

“I woke up here. What else is there? Central 46 found me dangerous as an intruder… Like a harmless human could be dangerous to Shinigami.. I can barely outrun you guys!”

  Taking one hand out of his pocket, a small screen appeared just above his wrist. Some sort of code scrolling across the display.  “Like we got any warning that a random human would just show up.” Speaking more quietly as he read the information for a few seconds longer. Then with a flick of his fingers, the screen went blank and seemed to dissolve into nothing. Now reaching for a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. 

  “Yeah, that’s what you told them but you being here means you aren’t just a regular human. There has to be something else.” Folding his arms over his chest, one cig hanging from his lips, unlit. Akon’s stance wasn’t threatening or aggressive, more pensive, investigating-- always thinking.  “Do you remember what you were doing before you woke up here? Where you were?”

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sphaeraa​:

@diversoulity​ [ x ]

                Oh–that voice… 

                Aizen’s was the voice of salvation; it brought him to a place where the orb could find solace. At the reaper’s side was–in fact–the one place that he truly found himself desiring to be. No measure of treachery enacted by this man’s hand could be heinous enough to deter him. After all, they have already done terrible things together…                  The Hōgyoku’s eyes lifted to meet the glance directed toward him. How calm and warm they were. His iridescent hues remained deep and rich in color. deeply admiring those peering toward, however slight the gesture.                  No matter. The daemon’s smile was the same. Soft and sweet.                  “We are well, Aizen-sama,” the orb reassured, tone gently lilting with genuine delight and appeal, all while his purr deepened several octaves, and dove to resonate from beneath his sternum.

                “And yourself, Master? How are you this evening, hm~?”

  So few words could bring much sway to Aizen’s actions, save for those of the Hōgyoku. Even if it was that reassuring  p u r r  he was privy to in moments like these. His form turned in a flawless manner to face the entity directly.    Saving a few moments to admire the being before him.              Beautiful.  .                               magnificent. .     for lack of a more fitting description that language could never offer.

 “I could say that I am also well but that is not fulfilling enough.”  Pausing his words just long enough for his hand to lift and thread fingers down through his pale hair with a soft hum to compliment the deepened purring that was offered.  “..So I will say that currently, I am complete,                                    by your presence alone, as no other.”