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@fangedsun-blog
So! I’ve consolidated all of my muses onto a multimuse (except Merlin, he’s retaining his own blog). This is primarily because I just can’t cope with more than 3 blogs and I’ll be starting classes come October, so I’d like to have an easy way to knock things out whilst continuing to write the characters I love.
Said blog can be found here, so I guess you can consider this a shitty promo!
nearly got this quincy boy maxed and boy is he broken as fuck. in the meantime like for a starter because that shit got my hype
saberfanged:
“Isn’t that what gods are?” Ggio purred, leaping on the boy’s reply. “Deranged assholes? There aren’t so many gods running around that we know a difference, are there? ‘Less the shinigami are hiding something from the rest of us?” He chuckled. “I’m not here to fight you. Got no reason to. ‘m Ggio and like i said, I just want to talk to the boy who killed the closest thing to a god you or I will ever see.”
“Wow, this must be pretty disappointing for you then.” Ichigo was of course being an ass, but given he hadn’t told Arrancar to get lost he was evidently willing to tolerate it. At least for now. His patience could be a limited thing, but Arrancar had always seemed fickle to him and he was uninterested in accidentally instigating something. “Not much of a god if they get their asses kicked by a college student.”
cateyne:
how humorous his reactions were —- there was absolutely no restraint as melodious laughter escaped her lips, despite how hard she was trying to remain calm and retain her composure, leaving her breathless. for someone as playful and mischievous as rangiku was, she was capable of assuming a serious role. after all, she was the lieutenant of the tenth division —- she was not just simply fun and games and charm. although, in this moment, perhaps her friendly demeanor was just a bit too much for the poor substitute shinigami. still, it was how she was with everyone, and ichigo would find himself to not be an exception to her warmth and air of familiarity.
puffing her cheeks and pushing her lips out, she blinked at him in an innocent fashion that, deceptively, evasively told him she had no clue what he meant —- false, of course. “ hm? the captain definitely has his … unique brand of humor. you’ve got to catch him in the right mood, though! but anyways, ichigo! don’t complain so much! think of it as getting in good with the captain! if you help in my fundraising efforts for the tenth division, maaaaaybe the captain might be a little less … frigid. come on! pleeeeaaaase! ”
Ichigo liked to think he had a pretty good bullshit detector, and right now the thing was going off the scale. He’s fairly sure there’s nothing that could make that walking icicle less ‘frigid’, for all Ichigo was sure under the ice there was something warmer Toshiro was, well... a brat. A skilled one, but still a brat for all the respect Ichigo held toward young captain. What a funny guy.
“What are you fundraising for?” As a concept it wasn’t that it didn’t appeal to him, he’d been involved in enough fundraising at school when he hadn’t been doing these guys’ jobs for them. However Ichigo had a feeling-- an inkling-- that whatever it was she wanted to fundraise for was likely not something he personally would care for.
honestly i’m ugly crying i got quincy!ichigo within 700 orbs on fucking brave souls
saberfanged:
@fangedsun liked for a starter
He dropped suddenly in front of the orange haired substitute, uncaring if the male had sensed him or not. “I never got to meet ya,” Ggio purred, putting his hands up to show they did not hold his zanpakuto. “Never got to meet the boy who killed a g o d . Figured I’d change that.”
Arrancar? Arrancar. Loud groan escaped youth, though there was at least a palpable relief that there was no Zanpakuto and he wasn’t (for once) being challenged to an impromptu fight. “I haven’t killed any gods, just deranged assholes.” Though he supposed there was a fine line between god and ‘deranged asshole’ as Ichigo seemed intent to put it.
Curiosity is peaked by quiet man, idle drum of fingers as he watches what he is doing as if it will give him some sort of answer. Obviously it doesn’t, brows furrowing sharply until face is fitted with more customary frown. Ichigo has the unfortunate condition of looking like a goddamn homicidal asshole without any particular intent. This, alas, was the expression he now managed to wear resting chin on fist.
“What’re you doing?” Ichigo couldn’t get past ‘some weird shit’ no matter how hard he tried, unable to work it out.
@meregold
“The hell do you think you’re doing?!” Indignant he steps back, evidently in shock of it all despite Shinji showing up eventually shouldn’t have been entirely unexpected. He’d been here visiting friends (aka not Shinji; certainly not that asshole), twin Zanpakuto upon back and side at odds with the rich indigo yakuta he wore. Clearly he was not here on any sort of business, which begged the question of what the hell a captain was doing jumping his ass. Really the fact it was Shinji should have been answer enough.
@kingdomcollapsing
going to faff over on my yoruichi blog for a bit so catch me there if you want!
“E-eh?” It was miraculous just how easily rowdy folks could shy the otherwise loud and often stubborn Ichigo away, giving him pause into recoil as he attempts to save face for all stutter has likely already betrayed him. Ichigo knows most, if not quite all, of the upper echilons in terms of rank in this society and indeed a great many of them are friends. Toshiro and his Lieutenant are not quite so well known to him, and so flamboyant attitude can do little but take him off guard as he tries to pull composure back.
So many here were concerned more about ‘rules’ and ‘order’, to the point that she is such a damn contrast to the norm here. “The hell are you on about--?” Uncertainty drops unto a more petulant reaction, easy defence from someone who had for so long actively tried to play the roll of rude punk. “Did Toshiro put you up to this? I didn’t think he had that much of a sense of humour.” But hey, people had surprised him before.
@cateyne
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Let it be known that Ichigo Kurosaki did indeed have a sense of humour, all be it a dry one that at best was annoying and and worse could be cutting. He may have understood tact to a degree, but seemed to have a convenient switch for it and in this situation it was clearly in the off position.
Bag is hiked back onto shoulder, leaning against wall as arms fold across chest. Soul firmly in own body for once at least it is not him that has caused upset. At least not initially. Karakura town really did have a higher than norm number of souls roaming around, likely in part due to Ichigo himself at this point.
@dreambounty
Busting his ass studying was not exactly his idea of a ‘festive’ use of his time, but Ichigo was alas a methodical learner when it came to academics and needed repetition for things to truly stick. It was a contrast to the way he fought, lessons taught in violence on gut instinct and inherent skill, but he supposed it was simply yet another paradox within him to add to all the others. Honestly, he was getting damn tired of things never just being simple.
Renji was just a spanner in the works of things, having evidently been ‘in the area’ or some bullshit that Ichigo wasn’t buying but couldn’t be bothered calling him out on. He was minded to toss his text book at his head in sharp repercussion, but found he couldn’t really be assed as he instead met intrusion with flat expression.
“Shouldn’t you be doing holiday stu-- do you guys even have Christmas actually? You’re all pretty ‘no fun allowed’ about life in general.” Though far less so than they once were.
@turbulentcrimson
Aight I’m back! but 99% of everyone I followed is inactive so time to find new folks to follow! bare with me while I do folks
just two death gods and their talking stuffed animal walking around tokyo (featuring some photos i took around tokyo!)
hazedmoon:
“Outside of a few scuffs, I’m fine.” He gestures to a gauze on her face a small patch for a small wound. “Don’t say that, though. Who knows what’s in your system now.” She wasn’t a trained medic like those of 4th squad, but she could wager that it warranted further investigation. Small hand was placed on his forehead, a caring touch followed by worried features. “Stop being stubborn.”
“Stop fussing then.” At worst his freak of a dad was a doctor, one who was potentially familiar with weird stuff like this given the nature of him. That alone was enough to alleviate any worry he might of had (which he didn’t), hand lifting and flopping on hers gracelessly before he moved to his side and yawned. There is an expectation that follows, hazel eyes blinking slowly as he kicks covers down the bed.
hazedmoon:
She didn’t have an immediate answer and a frown fell upon her lips. SImply she watches him from where she sat, hands placed neatly on her lap. It’d be foolish to say she could ever understand his power in any capacity or explain any facet. All one could do was trust that he had it under control and that he understood it most of all. “But you’re fine now. Just don’t get up so fast, okay?” A sigh. “We have no idea if it’s still lingering or what. Maybe you could ask Zangetsu if he has any hunch. It could help.”
Irritated grunt as he stays flat on his back, seemingly content to stay laying for now which was possibly a blessing. Ichigo had a real gift for pushing himself, for taking a minor ailment and managing to make it worse. This then should be considered a welcome reprieve from his bullheaded antics.
“It’ll be fine,” comes a flat response after a brief delay, lazy sigh before he drags hand down his face. “I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Certainly gone are the days where he fears Zangetsu (the part of Zangetsu he’d only recently found out was such), but it had instead been replaced with a misunderstanding which left him with the conclusion to go it alone.
“How’re you?” She didn’t look like she’d been hurt, but he felt compelled to check.
