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@maskierd
HIRAKO SHINJI FROM BLEACH // REVAMPED & WRITTEN BY JAZZ INDIE, PRIVATE, UNAFFILIATED & HEADCANON INSPIRED
CARRD / HEADCANONS / ASK MEMES / INTEREST TRACKER ! [ affiliated with hokutan , kamihaki ]
i’ve been hiding over on my oc if anyone’s looking <3
remember that as long as you're in my division, i will stand by you even if i die. : a private & highly selective multimuse for BLEACH kaien shiba & more. 18 + only. headcanon based & canon divergent. written by erin. ©
@maskierd ♡
It was a plight for many to have to engage in missions. Drawling the mind further and further into the unimaginable and while taking the Quincy along certainly was a surefire and quick way to dispose of it all, today was one of the rare occasions where division members had been brought out to see the swift fulfilment of objective. But, had he not already realised while looking at these new faces [ new recruits, weren’t they? ] that something had been off?
Little things. Little hints. Nothing he really would talk about, not a leader of any division, merely an accommodated bystander and powerful asset to help out where need be as per the agreement with Central 46 and the Captain Commander. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Perhaps he should have mentioned something.
The assignment today had been rather easy, ordered as he had been to stand back and merely observe, for their Captain wanted to put on a show without many stops to pull. Still, there was that one single glimmer, a spark that would ignite a fire of unexpected intensity and size, merely brought forth by a simple display the former Grandmaster had thought to be known to the newest additions to Shinji’s division, but it was not? Or the sheer exuberance, the show and properly displayed powers laced into bone white mask had been enough to startle out the thoughts of century-old prejudice. Whatever it was [ in a sense? could he have stopped it? ], it was already too late to make them stop the next set of scathing words.
❝ You’re not a human. You’re a monster. A plague. ❞
It was a single one of them that had spoken out. A skittish young thing, formerly not paid attention to, that had stood in the background and seemed more deliriously absent-minded than really willing to follow the work of teachings and tutorings, yet?
It had been whispers hissed out, once more repeated when called to action by those close by [ ’ what did you just say—? ’ - ’ you can’t just say that?! ’ ], louder and louder to finally reach the Captain’s attention of narrowed eyes and questioning gaze, who was about to say something, and yet—
“ You are not a human! You’re a monster! A plague! ” — how derogatory. How demeaning and nothing short of behaviour that should be snuffed out the moment it would only arise, still Shinji had always been different. Laughing about obvious disrespect, the feelings of prominent hurt, hidden still behind the mask now dissipating into nothing but thin air before he would wave the child off in near-too gentle demeanour. Why would he even? [ why could Jugram not understand? ] That permission of favoured hate being granted was nought else but an easy way out of insubordination and as the Quincy had been only here to observe and make sure everything was going as planned, he would only close his eyes for a moment. A sigh. A hand raised to the face, rubbing the bridge of his nose. What a farce. A fiasco one could say in a tragedy spun out by old opinionated bias that means little to nothing anymore [ or should they not? ].
“ Hey now~ We can talk about this later— ”
“ No! Everybody is hiding it, but it is true, you guys are nothing but monsters! ”
“ Aye, I get ya, if you don’t want to stay in my division, it’s fine. ”
“ You’re making it so easy for yourself?!— hu. ”
The difference in approach was jarring. In the Wandenreich, this would not happen, immediately drowned out, immediately shunned [ at times even discarded? ] would this behaviour be, to make sure that all and everybody was their most ’content’. Working like in a machine, their very essences brought towards sheer reverence for a Holy Leader who had done everything possible to have his Soldat be the most satisfied - what a tremendous and elaborate lie had it all not been. But thoughts like this would be drowned out bit by bit once voices of multiple sources would arise. It is a pure cacophony of raised fears and terrors, burning in the fire lightened within those simple words of unbridled hatred.
Something, he would need to bring up later [ but why? ] not only with the Captain now still attempting damage control with laughs and smiles, but also with the Captain Commander, unknowing of the fact that this was a condition his own people would work with. Needed to work with, no matter if this was a singular case - or a regularity - something inside of him ached at the very thought and before as much, as any situation could be diffused [ heated, heated, was it not getting worse by the second? ] despite stoic demeanour and mere presence, Jugram finally spoke. “ Seid endlich ruhig. ” In a language they didn’t know. So much he was aware, but in a sound of the voice that was as close to tearing at the seams of a primal fear as he wanted it to be.
An effect that lasted for a moment, till the same sputtering voice unleashing attack after attack, would be directed towards him, yet unable to bring forth any regard if not for the Quincy to cut it off without any pause. “ I told you to shut up. ” Harsh, forthright, the same tone of voice that lingered in an even sharper sound and tone, not carried over with the means to not placate and calm, but to make them know that behaviour of this gravity was unacceptable, undeniably overstepping boundaries they should know are there. And how surprising should his reaction not be? The very fact that his presence has a shellshock effect on those who had just gotten caught in the heat of the moment, trembling, fluttering, steps taken back and away more and more from imposing figure alone that had decided to join the fray—
— “ Hey Jugram, it’s— ” — alright?
“ Es ist nicht okay und du bist dir dessen genauso bewusst wie ich. ” The switch between languages. The very back and forth in subtle tones of anger despite his innocuous politeness, there was a hissing undertone that made even the Vizord stop in his tracks, something - something just - they would need to talk about later [ he knows that, doesn’t he? but why does he not care? ], in the puzzlement and ancient feeling of dread settling into those around, it had yet no place. Yet would make the other man fall silent. To merely allow what else could unleash in a certainly needed [ was it? truly? ] bout of— “ You all think yourself so high and above in your life that has never really known hardships, do you? ” And when it finally broke: that question of unbridled, holied chastise, shatered above them with a humming shadow of power that was unbeknownst even to those that would be closest to him.
A snap. A mere inkling. An underlining quality of nothing more but a wave that would blanket them with nought else but the sheer ire contained and controlled still, but enough to draw a deep breath from their lungs. [ calm down? calm down? he would not?! ]. " What do you really know? “ He continues with a question of rhetoric nature. Shut down any attempts before they could even register. More and more had they just made to bring distance between him and their apprehension, yet would stand and wait, unable to skit any further [ they knew, didn’t they? ] as to not draw a reaction and action towards the obvious insult that it would provide.
And the one that had formerly attempted to raise word? To be so much more powerful? So much more holy in their hubris?
Trembling, shivering. It was the combination of it all, the sinking feeling that this man that had taken up the role of sudden protection for another they should call their Captain with delight, was far more jarring than expected. But, was it not like that? When only they had arrived some odd hour ago for their mission and had felt the surrounding, this person accompanying them seemed so devoid of it all? Why, why all of a sudden, was the very sensation of unbridled anger enough to tear out the finest and innermost workings of personal nightmares? A topic for another time, it mattered not right now [ it would get no answer either? ], for Jugram wasn’t done. Would surely soon not be done. More and more just, laying it on with the tremendous calm of a single mind-breaking inquiry. ” Do you truly think you could walk so freely, speak so freely, have the arrogance to question your own Captain, if not this very Captain had given all possible for you to do so? “
Silence. A truth. A poignant explanation, where no explanations had been given before. He would need to talk about this with the right people and would need to explain that this is not a state and condition, for the Quincy to lay on what nobody had bothered to tell these children. It would be a lie to say that he was not at a moment’s notice caught to release and unleash even more. And they all knew that. Like a breath caught in lungs for too long that it would sting to be exhalted, waiting, waiting, playing a game of cat and mouse. They were scared and afraid.
Not only of his power. Not only of the clear indignation this usually calm person would now hold before them. Not only because of their Captain they knew had been left to pick up the pieces later of this broken and shattered masterpiece of clarity, no, but it was also the fear of missing knowledge.
And yet? ” Jugram, stop it. — Bitte. “
And like a sudden storm, sparked with thunder, with raging rain, it would all be gone with that single word. Had been enough of a pacification of his own emotions for the Sternritter to take a step back and allow himself to fall into a position of a strange comfortable lax. Unknowing that he had been poised and alert for what could only be amounted to a handful of heartbeats and not more. It is enough of a soft plea to allow for a glance to wander over the other man’s face, momentarily blending the souls that had lost their will to argue, that had been lost in a state of personal despair, completely into the background.
What else was there? What else could be said? The deliberate ignorance towards plight and ruin, in a sense, he couldn’t even blame the Captain Commander [ was he not perfectly aware of his struggles? ], and yet? It was not futile - even though screaming voices now laced in the back of his mind would call it that, would chide and ridicule, brushed off with the mere raise of his hand swatting away invisible ghosts to scatter what all there may remain. It’s a fine ’t'ch’ sound that would leave his lips. A barely perceptible agreement to cease the commotion where none should have begun.
” Alright, let’s go… “ To pick up the pieces. To glue back together this broken masterpiece of someone’s muddled clarity. It is enough to do for later on. ” Ah… Hirako-taichou… “ For later on, for later on, stilled as he was, Jugram decided to quieten it down for a moment just. Would not retaliate anymore where he feels and thinks that any brought forth words of those children were nought but laced with insincerity, with the means to explain and placate whatever anger there was with the lies of apologies not meant for anything else. But, in that sense, he wasn’t able to [ no, he didn’t want to? ] voice this thought. ” Not now, not now~ we are already late on getting back. “ With another voice having broken it off.
Being too aware. Being too perceptive. Being too close. It elicits nothing but a sigh.
Quietened down delirious state of mind. Nothing more, nothing less than this, had queries brought forth not at least offered the well-needed dissolving of mental redundancy? The thought alone that they had been eager enough to bring forth such vitriol— ” Come on. It’s fine. “ — with how it had seemed to all of them.
” Danke. “ But that was probably all that was needed to be.
hi folks nima here !! i wanted to first take a moment to thank everyone for all the help provided while i was laid off and searching for work. i start my new job on the 12th and am so excited but until then am running a bit short for groceries. i have finally paid off government dues but it took what little extra cash i had left. Im so sorry to ask yet again, but i would be immensely appreciative for any help, even a reblog! I just need a bit to get through this last week then i’ll be aggressively paying it forward once I’ve started working ♥️ here’s my paypal and again .. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!
wowie shinji really got ratiod tonight
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@maskierd, your d&d 5e class is - trickery domain cleric
- you can conjure up to four illusory duplicates and turn invisible - your blessing gives you poison damage when you hit an enemy - your spell list is chock full of mental manipulation and stealth tricks
you use divine power to utterly fuck with people’s minds.
ok what pokemon are you all kin assigning shinji to
im gonna be spending the night over on my oc tonight but ill try and get some stuff done here tomorrow before i have work again pinky promise
time to be really bitter about the visoreds treatment in tybw again 💀 💀
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@maskierd | starter.
― 🜛 ― " Must you twist yourself in such a manner? " indeed she ought to kill these shinigami the moment she spots them ( where would be the fun in that? ) but this one seemed to have caught her by surprise! How fortunate that he has managed to amuse her on first encounter. " The blood will rush to your head and you may faint. . . but I suppose that would be in your best interest, now wouldn't it? "
❝ awfully nice of ya ta care ❞ the visored drawls, their fingers settled idly on sakanades hilt - not yet drawn but at the ready ; always yearning for the conflict of blood. always more true to herself than he was in that regard. ❝ but ya don’t have ta worry. it’s gonna take a lil more than that to tag me out of the game. ❞
PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2
over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains, THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a ✿ and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other
huntiburon.
@maskierd
— ‘ what is your business here? ’ heavenly voice speaks through the air, similar to how her blade cuts down enemies. ( would the one before he claim such title in his clutches? ) tier finds herself maintaining direct eye contact, unwavering and penetrating as she speaks on. ‘ make it quick. ’
the captain finds themselves meeting the kings gaze on an equal level, firm - but not challenging. they are not here to fight far from it. he does not begrudge the old man for choosing him out of everyone, to find common ground between their realms - both the visored and the espada share their experience in betrayal by the same person after all. ❝ the name’s captain hirako shinji ‘n my business is yours, tier harribel. i’ve come in the name of the soul society to discuss peace ‘n perhaps, the possibility of future cooperation. ❞
ethaer.
‷ force of habit , i’m afraid . ‴ he simply responds , offering a reserved , brief smirk , before the same stern expression returns to nanami’s face . ‷ shall we grab a coffee ? it’s been a long day . ‴
❝ force ‘a habit, sure. ❞ shinji drawls the vowel of it out as long as possible before huffing at the others grin. the cheeky bastard. he doesn’t bother fighting the urge to return it - the banter easy and familiar between them. ❝ a coffee ? now ? c’mon aren’t ya supposed ta ask for a beer and dinner after work ? thought that’s how all the salarymen did it. ❞
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@maskierd asked for a prisoner verse starter.
THE SURROUNDING DARKNESS AND SUBSEQUENT SEALS PLACED UPON HIM DID LITTLE TO OBSCURE THE OTHER’S APPROACH. Recognizable as the man with long golden hair he had once trailed behind, a boy at the time but no less sharp —- ah, how strange to see the dim light catch that same haori of the Fifth Division upon the slender shoulders of his ex-captain. Like deja vu, or something of that taste. Everything felt sour to him, though, bittersweet and aching. Tattered robes scuffed from a prior beating issued out by a handful of guards tasked with taming the traitorous serpent, a broken nose on one of them inspiring a few kicks to Gin’s ribs and other quick jabs he couldn’t quite evade or block. Not with his missing arm staggering his stances, his strikes lessened due to the dominant hand’s absence —- though, Gin would gladly argue he didn’t care.
Let himself rot away down here, loss of weight and loss of a sense of time, sleepless nights and days, what was the point of everything, again…? A fitting punishment to despair quietly in the dark, tucked away for no one to see. Preferred, even. Though, this was a breach in that arrangement Gin made with himself to slowly fade out of other’s minds. Shinji Hirako made himself known and shattered the illusion of a quiet unseen death. Gin couldn’t help but antagonize immediately, akin to a wounded beast caged and trapped, cornered, likely to lash out and bite a hand outstretched to pet the same manner one would snarl and snap at hands meaning to hurt. Those fangs wouldn’t discriminate.
❝ So, you joined th’ parade again, I see… ❞ A slow drawl, Gin didn’t dare look fully in the other’s direction, hiding those dark under-eye circles and sunken, likely bruised, complexion. His fingers idly coiled and uncurled within the depths of his draped sleeve, the empty at his right giving a small sway at his idle motions. He tilted his head, the ghost of a playful gesture he once made when showcasing he was in absent thought, like a guessing game. Lips tiredly smiled, how accustomed they were to doing nothing else. ❝ That… or you ain’t so different from me – they didn’t wanna kill ya, but couldn’t letcha roam free. Now you’re trapped with them aaaallllll over again —- the Gotei 13 that exiled you so quickly all those years ago… ❞
A breath, a pause, then Gin let out an empty – hollow – chuckle. ❝ That all said, what the fuck’re you doin’ down here, cap’n Hirako? ❞
he shouldn’t bother. the echo of it follows him down, down, down all the stairs as he climbs deeper into the dungeons below. the gin he knew ceased to exist a hundred years ago - some would question if he even existed at all. the playful chatter, sneaked treats behind aizen’s back - the feeling of a small body pressing up against their back after a twisted ankle ; annoying even at the best of times, but the fondness could not be helped. true or not, who really knew - call him naive for it, call him stupid ; but shinji didn’t care. the memories were real enough to him. gin used to be one of his once. a younger sibling in all but name.
looking up at the cold mask of a smile in the pale moonlight as liquid bone dared to choke the air out of him, he’d witnessed his death - shinji had failed him all these years ago. just as much as he had failed his friends and himself. their arrogance had cost them everything and now they looked upon the consequences of their actions. backed into the corner with its teeth bared at their approach.
there was a debt owed to that young kid in his care, and its a duty he does not intend to shirk. not now, when most others seem content enough to let the man wither away and perish in a dungeon to never again see the light of day.
the beasts tongue is ever sharp and though his fangs do draw blood - the hurt stems more from a century old grief rather than anything else. it is a constant familiar ache in their chest. a scar that never had the opportunity to heal. ❝ maybe we ain’t. who’s ta say though i think we both know this ain’t exactly the same gotei as it used ta be. ❞ for better or worse, they’d all made sure of that. arms cross before their chest and they let their gaze settle on ichimaru gin - or whatever was left of him ; and even with a debt owed, there’s a part of him ; something darker, something more vicious that whispers that a death like this would be too easy. that they would not do him the favor of forgetting.
❝ not really much else ta do down here other than visit, is there ? sure didn’t stop ya to find trouble already anyway I see ❞ a nod towards the tiny specks of blood against the stark white of the prison garb. ❝ ya clearly didn’t bite your tongue, so what happened ? ❞
from @maskierd: ❝ i was always fond of our talks, you know. ❞ // for naoko!
the pain searing into her back is nothing in the face of her captain ( old captain, her mind cruelly reminds her but that’s not true ; he will always be her captain ). she remembers the claws slashing across her flesh, tearing away the cloth of her shihakusho to rip into her skin in three jagged lines. she remembers blue flames - oh. she can’t be bothered to look at her arm, but she knows the state of it, if distantly. it will be permanent.
there are hands on her back. is shinji there?
he looks different, hair shorter and face a little older, but her body feels flushed and her vision is wavering as if underwater. a trick of the mind? maybe, but she’s not in a state of mind to care. they’re here they’re here they’re here.
there’s something resting under her cheek, soft and not like the rough road of the living world, a barrier. it’s damp with either sweat or her tears, she doesn’t know. there are hands pressed against her back and his words register belatedly. oh. did she say something? she can’t remember, her mind has been floating in and out, buoyed on the surface of consciousness. she blinks slowly up at the mirage ( for what else could they be? shinji is gone, it can’t be him ).
“ our talks, ” her voice comes out slurred and she’s not quite sure if she’s even talking. there are hands on her back and the pain is receding, leaving cooling, dry blood in its place. the corners of her vision are catching shadows and she blinks, wetness dripping down her nose. “ y’got … tea on you. ”
it’s an old memory, not one naoko thinks of often if she can help it. but seeing this illusion, this figment from her past, allows her to bring it forth. the memory comes in short bursts, gone as soon as it comes. warm tea being spilled over their head, her voice yelling at him for being an idiot once again. fond.
her uninjured arm attempts to rise but it doesn’t belong to her right now, so it lifts, shakes and then lands back on the ground. perhaps it’s for the best. she would hate to touch something that isn’t there, her palm going through it like mist.
“ miss you, ” she croaks, eyes fluttering. you left, she would say with a clearer mind, you left me behind i miss you i hate you come back. but her mind isn’t clear. she’s bleeding on the street, her back no longer on fire but her heart burns. there are hands on her back, but maybe there aren’t ( the mind is cruel, giving you what you want when you can’t have it ). the shadows catch up and her vision goes dark, the last thing she sees is a familiar worried frown, as real as can be.
ive.....also been working on a lil something....
ive just been idly doctoring on the carrd for my eventual bleach oc whenever i find the time... im still in the process of ironing out their zanpakuto powers so she isn’t quite ready yet BUT !!!! SHE’S COMING.....EVENTUALLY........to anyone who’s interested in a gruff, old & exiled ex-shinigami....