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Independent, Highly Selective 𝕊𝕙ū𝕙𝕖𝕚 ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕚 RP blog. Created May 07, 2022. Sideblog to @soulxfragments. Follow backs will be from there.
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lamentedbirth:
He lunges with uncanny speed, massive, clawed hands outstretched. His claws barely scrapping against the back of Shuuhei’s head, he jerk’s the Shinigami’s head backwards forcing them to view his corrupted visage. Being this close is drowning in the putrid feeling of his aura, the choking smell of dead flesh almost overcoming to any normal senses. It might provoke the churning on one’s stomach, a gagging of the throat. His hands would jerk Shuuhe’s head backwards forcing him to view his entire demonic face, glowing pools of crimson anger was his eyes.
His clawed fingers forcing open the eyes of Shuuhei so that he might not turn away as he speaks, so that he could gaze upon him. “I am destruction. I am oblivion. What I want, is the end.” His voice trembles with each word, as if he is on the verge of tears. But more importantly is the snarling anger, the venom which laces every word. Never has a Hollow expressed such emotion, such raw hatred. It is a force of nature, feeling nothing but the potence of it’s anger.
“Where is the flaming demon? The man with the scar, where is he?” He leans forward, his jaw opening as slow ragged breaths draw from it. His grip on their head tightens for a moment, it is painful to the normal person. His corrupted flesh seems to strain against itself, as if he is holding himself back. Before finally he releases the head of the Shinigami with a guttural growl, his fist slamming into the wall of the cave. Immediately the world around them shakes, small bits of loose rock strike the floor.
He gazes at Shuuhei his fingers flexed into that of a claw shape.
“Patience, Enma. Patience.” It growls at nothing, it is as if the thing before Shuuhei is half here, and half gone. He mumbles to himself; he moves around the cave. “Let me murder them, let me crush their dreams. Give me my freedom, let me snuff the light out. I cannot die… I cannot die.” It moves about the cave, muttering, growling. It sucks in breath thought it’s teeth, it’s hands move to it’s face grasping at it’s horns as it makes a whining noise.
It would be pitiful, if it was not so dangerous.
“How far I have fallen…” True sorrow, true madness.
Whatever courage he had mustered was instantly lost when this creature had closed the distance. The feeling of claws gracing his head just prior to that sharp sensation forcing his neck to crane backward. Eyes wide, Shuhei squirms against the binds to try and find some means to fend off. The aura permeating; suffocating like the air had become thick and heavy. It wasn’t power so vastly beyond his own that stifled the Shinigami. It was what it carried. That toxic echo of something truly sick and vile pressing down against him.
His eyes dilate; instinctive fear threatening to weaken his resolve. That determination to somehow escape whatever catastrophe had become of his life, bound and trapped in the depths of Hueco Mundo. Lost beneath the sands.. Beneath the presence of existence within its boundaries. Would anyone dare venture this desolate hideaway? They may be too far to be noticed. Even if he expanded his reiatsu, would anyone feel it?
Jaw tightening, Shuhei tries desperately to pull away. Dark hair disheveled beneath the hollow’s grip with eyes forced open; forced to drink in the horror so close to his visage. Breaths quicken through gritted teeth as he struggles. Gawd he struggles.. Trying to find some escape from this nightmare.
“I don’t know--” he manages with a stressed voice. Was he talking about the Captain Commander? Even when his head is freed, he’s still leaning it back some. Just not as far. Less strained accompanied by a heavy exhale. Slowly - eyes flutter, tightening briefly to moisturize them. To try and rid them of whatever abomination he had just looked at up close and personal. But it was still there. There was no escaping it.. Whatever this.. thing... was... There was no getting away from it right now...
Not a word followed. He lifted his head and rested it forward some to ease the ache in his muscles. Gaze narrowed upon the figure.. Listening... Trying to discern what was happening. Emma..? Dare he ask? No... He’ll observe as he searches for any sort of weakness in the restraints. Maybe if he dislocated his thumb -- he’s feeling how they clamp around his wrists. Was there even enough room to try it? Not yet.. He needed to find the right time or this could get much worse..
@lamentedbirth
@yumichikah said:
A quick mix of coffee with a shot of alcohol is served to Hisagi with a smile. "Take this. You look like you definitely need it."
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He smelled the coffee. He saw the alcohol. And all Shuhei could manage was a polite nod before he's already downing the beverage. Hot as it was; as it burned down his throat, he basked in the flood of warmth and the mingled flavors of alcohol and caffeine.
Yeah... He could use it. He really could use it. It'd been a rough few days trying to sort out the paper. Nevermind the scheduled trips for articles, and his duties as Lieutenant. It was worse before Kensei had come back. But that didn't make it more challenging sometimes, to get all his ducks in a row... so to speak. He still had to find things worth printing.
A long exhale escaped him as he dropped his hands behind him and rolled his head back, keeping his upper body propped with legs folded ahead of him. "Thanks.." Melting into the slow buzz that came with chugging the beverage.
Imagine Dragons - Follow You
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(Blows senpai a big ol kissaroo)
The Bleach Boys Club - beyond ridiculous! LOL!!
I’d been holding onto this for a bit trying to decide if it was done or if I wanted to go a little further with it.
Well, I went a bit further. Finally finished it. Jezebel dressed up in a bit more of a traditional look. No skull, or sunglasses. Silver beads in her hair, and wrapped around some of her braids. Little bit of makeup. I like to think @yumichikah had helped her clean up a bit. Helped put the style together using her usual look with something more elegant. Probably did her makeup too knowing Yumi <3
Anyway this is Jez looking more refined than she ever has. She actually looks like she comes from a noble family now lol.
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lamentedbirth:
Destruction.
The creature which stalked the lands of Hueco Mundo was more a force of nature than any living creature. An eternal beast undying who craved only for the end of all that exists. Oblivion was a welcomed thought, the peaceful darkness of eternal silence. It would be a mercy compared to existing in this tormented, corrupted visage that was his life.
Shuuhei would smell the rancid sour air akin to decayed flesh, the thick odor which hung in the air seemed suffocating. The darkness which surrounded him was only illuminated by torches which lined the wall, displaying the ghastly shadow of a winged creature near the entrance. It’s outline more akin to a horned demon than anything conventionally hollow, massive and hulking it was shadowed by the eternally crescent moon outside.
“You.” The guttural growl of the word seemed both raspy and baritone, like multiple voices layered over each other. It had a distinctly uncanny feeling to it, something that imitated humanity. It began to move forward, each step pressing into the stone floor of the cave. “You will answer me.” It was an order, as finally it arrived in front of Shuuhei.
A red skinned hollow that was larger than any mortal, it’s body seemingly made from decayed and tainted flesh, a massive great blade on its back. Two large horns adorned its head, as it let out a low growl at the bound Shinigami. “What is your name?”
His senses reached out trying to discern the air. Pluck free what he might of this thick atmosphere. Figure out his captor(s), and what purpose such a person (or people) might have with someone like him. Was he intentionally selected? Being a Lieutenant, he would be worth a price.. perhaps.. Or was it random happenstance that landed him in this position? What Shuhei would find himself confronted by; the aura of this creature, a hollow of some sort, and the vile atmosphere that permeated this holding place, was not what he had expected at all.
YOU..
Something in it sent a chill down his spine. Eyes fixed and narrowed towards the looming shadow. Maroon and sanguine like a tapestry of muscle and mutation. Truly a creature unlike any he had encountered before. How is it a hollow had become this? This terrible image before him. Closing the distance with purpose. The creature’s voice piercing through the silence of the room like a pin pricked light in the darkness.
No. It seems it was not he, nor his rank, which had prompted this hollow to capture him. He must be strong to have gotten the upper hand on Shuhei, he considered.
He was in no position to make demands. He could refuse, but something told him it was better to play nice and oblige... for now.. “I am--” He spoke up clearly. Firmly. Back straight as could be with his arms bound, “Shuhei Hisagi. Co-Lieutenant of the 9th Division.” Binds may prevent him from doing much, but he certainly wasn’t going to give up on escaping, “Who are you?” He questioned in return, “What do you want with me?”
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I’m back from my trip. Still coping with the loss, but I’ll be around a bit more. If you’re not following my main blog @soulxfragments then you should. Because that’s where I am. Where all my updates are. Where I put most of my time, and effort and who’s easiest for me to write due to the amount of time I’ve been RPing her.
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hardasstaichou:
hmm… -takes time choosing his song-
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15 minutes later.
This is ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
Oh shi-- He’s not bad either! This was fast becoming a competition. “Nicely done, Captain.” Now he has to find something equally good. Taking the mic back, he takes a breath and shoots Kensai a sideway grin with a thumbs up.
Target on my back Lone survivor lasts They got me in their sites No surrender no Trigger fingers go living the dangerous life
hardasstaichou:
damn, kid. you can sing.
“Thanks.” And - casually tosses the mic back, “Your turn, Captain.”
hardasstaichou:
oh good. thanks, punk. anyhow, let’s get this karaoke party started!
-shoves the mic at shuuhei-
“K-Karaoke?!” Oh no... “I--- I--” There’s a sharp sound of feedback as Shuhei cups his hand over the mic to cough a couple times, clearing his throat. And then he begins to sing Red - Evening Hate. No way he was getting out of this so may as well enjoy it!
hello? is this thing even working?!
“Hear you loud and clear, Captain.”