He Who Protects

ICHIGO KUROSAKI; INDEPENDENT & EXCLUSIVE IF FATE IS A MILLSTONE. THEN WE ARE THE GRIST. THERE IS NOTHING WE CAN DO. SO I WISH FOR STRENGTH. IF I CANNOT PROTECT THEM FROM THE WHEEL, THEN GIVE ME A STRONG BLADE, AND ENOUGH STRENGTH...TO SHATTER FATE.

[bazz-b]

oh SHIT it’s ya boy tom

[hewhoprotects]

[ fight ]   / uryu stopping ichigo from getting into a fight with someone !

Maybe he was getting soft, maybe he was getting more jagged, either way what little tolerance he had towards bullies had eroded over time. Bigger kids throwing their weight around and ganging up on the smaller kid. Ridiculing, knocking them around-- kids like that needed to be put in their place before they turned ugly, got a taste for it. Tossing his bag near a fire hydrant, he headed towards the pack.

Something connected hard to the back of his head, causing a sharp cry as he turned on the assailant. “What the hell was that for?” Ishida stood there, another stone in hand, looking like he was considering tossing it too. A back step towards the bullies, Ishida lined up the second shot. “Stop it-- what’s the big idea?”

An extended digit was his answer, Ichigo following the direction in time to see Chad looming over the offending children. They were quaking in the shadow of him, even as he doted on the sniffling victim.

“You don’t always have to resort to brute force.”

“You’re the one throwing stones,” he snipped, catching the second missile before it connected. “But I guess I see your point..”

[hewhoprotects]

++ [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

A moment of uncharacteristic bravery, a flash of steeled nerves. How much sooner he’d face the blades of Aizen’s Arrancar than resolve himself to this feat. That was a touch dramatic, Grimmjow was a pretty terrifying guy. At least if he failed here the results wouldn’t be quite so dire, though heated ears begged to differ.

The challenge was made all the worse by her countenance, humming along to the tune of the X-Files. Snuggled into a pale pink hoodie, drawing at the strings in the part of an alien hiding in a.. something, her heels bumped quietly against one another. Between the two points-- his goal.

Her knees poked out from beneath her skirt, that alone enough to make him swallow hard. Quietly sitting next to her, the disturbance of the cushions caught her attention, a single eye peeking out of a nearly completely contracted hood. It blinked inquisitively at his unease, before he launched himself horizontal, head coming to rest on her lap.

The squeak matched his own tensing form, but he didn’t retreat. Completely still, attention focused solely on Sculder and Mully or whatever their names were in his addled panic, he held his breath.

When the airy laughter came, fingertips running softly through his hair, he allowed a sigh of relief. Fortune favored the bold, or whatever that was.

[kurosaki-kuchiki]

398, Back From Blind

[hewhoprotects]

i cant stop reading your name as hewwoprotects :3

((HONESTLY NEITHER CAN I))

[deivorous]

@hewhoprotects reblogged your post and added: “@hewhoprotects answered your ask To say he shrieked wouldn’t be…”

Too much to hope for an avoided confrontation,…

The impact of glass against broad shoulders and the sudden appearance of a shoulder in his gut is barely enough to drive a breath from Grimmjow’s lungs, though the shards do dirty his jacket (annoying, it even tears at one seam, Grimmjow likes this one and he’s a shit seamstress).

Kurosaki not really attack - more like one of the playful wrestling moves Edrad used to bust out - only sends the pair a few short meters from the den before Grimmjow catches reishi under his feet and slams the pairs inertia to a halt. He shimmies his shoulders to dislodge Kurosaki’s grip around his side.

“Get yer fuckin’ shoulder outta my hole,” he exaggerates, Kurosaki has got maybe a centimeter or two of muscle before he touches that, and Grimmjow wouldn’t be so kind as to ask. He’s remove the shoulder for him.

His blue eyed glare at the smaller man is saturated with a dangerously calm as he processes the words. Figures Kurosaki’s just a piece of shit liar like the rest of the shinigami. “You goin’ back on yer word?”

[hewhoprotects]

Blood is pumping, rushing to push oxygen through his body, to help his muscles respond in time to firing signals. Grimmjow was dangerous, nothing had ever been more true. From the first time they’d met, and every moment thereafter. There was a always a thinly veiled threat behind those eyes, whether they were cold and calculated, or ignited and furious. Just the presence of him was enough to make his heart race.

But the question stalls him, giving him pause as he backs up, puts some distance between them. Zangetsu occupied that space, instinct insisting the Zanpakuto be ready for the drop of a hat, a shift in demeanor. Going back on his word..?

“IF THIS IS ABOUT A REMATCH, I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THAT.”

The last time they’d met had been irregular circumstances, and Grimmjow had definitely said something about something in regards to KILLING HIM, but that was hardly anything he’d agreed to. Who in their right mind would AGREE TO THAT!? “What do you want?”

[hewhoprotects]

hirako5hinji​ :

               “ That’s French for ‘yer an idiot and I’unno why I even bothered.’ ” His retort was dry and entirely dull, just like his expression. 

               “ Ya’ve got a point there, but video game bosses can’t actually end-end ya like what some of the opponents ya fought against almost did, amirite? Ergo, Hiyori’s beatin’ the shit outta ya with all of her love, so embrace that passionate love with open arms next time she comes at ya with those slippers. ” Hey, better Ichigo took the heat than himself anytime-

               “ Of course I did. Did ya forget that we were exiled from Soul Society up until Aizen got served his just desserts? Traveled ‘round a ‘lil, collected rare vinyls, restored antique record players, amongst other things - how’s that for normal human stuff? I gotta say, we blended in really well for people who don’t originally belong ‘ta this realm- ”

“If you spent less time learning french, and more time learning how not to be so creepy, maybe you would have fit in better with my classmates. Has doing anything in reverse ever had a successful response?”

His reasoning behind their mutual abuse was.. sad. Clearly he’d been downtrodden for too long by the sandal tyrant, a sympathetic pat on the other’s back a silent prayer. Fight on, Shinji!

“Literally all of those things are what I’d expect retired grandparents to do in order to stave off the inevitability of their age. Normal, sure, but not from you.” But at least he had a hobby. Some of the Vizards concerned him. Rose obviously liked music, but the rest of them could quietly be into some seedy stuff. Except Lisa, she was pretty loud about it. “And do you plan on staying here forever?”

[hewhoprotects]

which planet are you?

Saturn

Do you know why you like being the center of attention? Do you know why there’s always something people are drawn to, why it’s always the same thing and why you always get taken advantage of? Do you know why you always say “I’m fine,” when someone asks if you’re okay? Tell you what, darling, take a look at Saturn’s rings and ask why they’re found more beautiful than Jupiter, when they’re just rocks and ice. Are you just rocks and ice? Or do you want to be more than that? Don’t you want to be somebody with a voice, someone more than just a passing face in the crowd? You don’t know what your dreams are and you don’t know how to deal with criticism, but somehow, sometime, you’ll figure it out. For your sake, I hope you do. I know you do. And don’t suffocate on your way there - you’re in real danger of sinking if you don’t keep going. And you don’t want to sink again, do you? It's hard to pick up the pieces. You're stronger than that.

Tagged by: @hirako5hinji​ (I don’t deserve you)

[ak47melee]

The Bleach anime is returning.

[hewhoprotects]

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

Hollow attacks had been on the decline, a testimony perhaps to a new found period of peace. That was the spiel he told himself on quiet nights, when stretches of mundane life had him on edge. Sometimes it was the ease of living that had him anxious, certain the rug would be pulled out from under him at any time. And when Hollows did come, easily dispatched of after all he had been through, the discomfort persisted. Ought it be this easy?

It was that arrogance that left him unprepared for an Arrancar ambush. Unintentional, perhaps, the forces working together hardly a well-oiled machine, but his reactions had been slower than they needed to be. Sent careening between adversaries, like a game of catch and he the ball, his senses struggled to right themselves. A disastrous situation, as blades sought vital points--

But relief came before despair, a warmth running the length of his chest. Not the external sought that suggested some spell, or remedy had been applied. The sensation was a direct effect of her presence, of a fragrance he was sure he was imagining, a concentrated frown that would soon be directed towards him, a shock of auburn.

He focuses on that as he lands in the safety of her santen kesshun, uses the feeling of her to right his senses. The blade at his back must contend with her koten zanshun now, a fact he’s sure Tsubaki will berate him for later. But it’s a trivial price, a strange serenity washing over him. 

“Thanks for watching my back, Inoue.” Pity for the Arrancar, though. Their teamwork had been forged in more than just whimsy and circumstance.

[hewhoprotects]

catiude​ :

‘ I-ichigo…you weren’t selfish…not one bit…you deserved a normal life…’ Yoruichi said beginning to speak slowly as she remained limp against him, she knew any time now she was gonna pass out right there, but she had to keep herself awake or else she might not wake up. ‘ Those pills…I never wanted to give them to you…I even told Kisuke…’

“Yoruichi?” Her speech was slowing, sentences trailing off. Panic threatened to settle in, but as he slowed to lower her to the ground, he took a bittersweet solace in the solution she’d provided the both of them. Taking one of the pills, bracing for impact, his Shinigami form would be infinitely faster than running. “Let’s see if this works..”

[hewhoprotects]

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

A quiet had fallen between them, a stillness in mind as the warehouse filled with electrical whirring of the elliptical machine (If it had another name, it had not been told to him. Or he had quite rightly blacked it out). It was the closest thing to silence that they’d had, rustling paper married with strained panting while Hiyori read. With the other Vizard off shopping, preparing dinner, or readying for the next stage of practice, the two of them were alone.

The elliptical marked the next inane task he’d been assigned, seemingly lacking any relevance to keeping his Hollow in check. Frustration had mounted more than once, but somehow it was the quiet that gave it strength. Other than an infrequent turn from her magazine, Hiyori paid him no mind. He moved and moved and moved and nothing. He was no closer to success, no closer to getting any stronger. What was the--

“--point of any of this?” he finally relented, jumping from the machine in a huff, kicking it for good measure. “I’m not getting anywhere, I’m not learning anything. My friends keep getting hurt because I’m not strong enough-- because they’re trying to protect me.” It was a truth that made his blood boil, but more than that it filled him with a deep shame. Wounds inflicted on allies were one thing, but when they were suffered for his sake? 

“I’m not.. I’m not strong enough to forgive myself when they’re in pain, so I need to be strong enough to make sure that never happens. Please, Hiyori. Is this really the best use of my time?”

[hewhoprotects]

"Ichigoooo~!" cue darting hug

Reflexes are heightened, better than your average bear’s. The voice is enough to put him on edge, to ready himself for an imminent assault. But where Ichigo is quick to react, it’s not enough for the sound-barrier-shattering speed of his assailant. No wonder she had been ranked so high back in the--

The air leaves his body, her embrace always so much stronger than she intends. He taps her shoulder, again and again, he’s tapping out! “Nel--!?” he managed, a weak gasp, a cry for mercy.

[the-quasar-hero]

I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship and this gun I found

[zombiequincy]

@hewhoprotects

[bleachvines]

Orihime:Can't believe you don't want bofa

Ichigo:What's bofa?

Orihime:Bofa my arms wrapped around you in a loving hug!

Ichigo:

Orihime:Kurosaki-kun,why are you crying?

[hewhoprotects]

catiude‌ :

‘ Heh yeah I guess…I do tend to TEASE you alot hm? ‘ Yoruichi chuckled, knowing full well this wasn’t the only time she teased the poor boy, pressing her cheek to his back she sighed, just allowing her arms to hang around his neck. ‘ I know I say it alot…but thank you.’

“You’re going senile.” Feeling her relax brought him some small comfort, picking up the pace as he moved to meet up with the others. “What do you need to thank me for? I’m being selfish. Wanting to keep my life the way it is, while still being able to protect those important to me. I should be thanking you for humoring me.” At the very least, he needed to keep her conscious. Couldn’t have her nodding off on the Kurosaki express.

[nakurawari]

Resolve