Reduce All Creation To Ash--

Imperturbable and like an unmovable pivot, Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni Why do you think that I held the position of Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13 for a thousand years? It is because, in a thousand years, no Shinigami stronger than myself has been born. --Begone from here! I don't have time nor the patience to teach a mere infant like you how to breathe. Penned by Tom

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fleshpurifies‌:

She was really giving him too much credit, she thought. Stupid old bastard.

Yachiru doubled over, her expression hidden behind the curtain of her hair as she muffled her silent laughter with forced, labored breaths and painted herself all the more a waif of an opponent overcome with immediate exhaustion. Oh, she couldn’t lose it just yet! But his expression was nearly too funny. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, biting back a hysterical giggle that threatened to escape her. Her teeth gnashed down on the soft flesh until she drew blood, and her momentary hysteria passed without fault.

Confusion layered the gruffness of his voice, and Yachiru delighted in the idea that he was struggling to reconcile the horror stories of the murderess Kenpachi with the character she presented before him. Was she laying it on too thickly, she wondered, before brushing away the thought. The Living Flame seemed smarter than most despite his hubris clouding his better judgement, surely the disparity between his expectations and his perceived reality would throw him into genuine confusion even when the warning bells tolled inside his mind. 

“You haven’t seen anything yet!” eyes dead as she whipped around to strike him once more, tone dripping with rehearsed impatience as she continues to paint the picture of a young girl with a bad temper. Yachiru misplaced a step, her footing unsteady. It’d be too easy for him to exploit the opening she’s so graciously gifted him with, and she’s counting on it.

On that fact, they could agree. Nothing this woman had displayed was worth the notoriety her name had earned. Her skill set was above average, that could not be faulted, but legendary? How had so many perished to her blade?

It was the burden of hubris, assumptions. How many Shinigami had confronted this beast with expectation set too low? A young girl, more bark than bite, they could put her down and claim her title for themselves. A sigh of regret, the next strike is swatted away with more disgust than the last.

“I’ll see no more of this farce.”

The corpses littered by their feet were proof now not of her skills, but of her crimes. If this was all she was worth, than she would die a criminal and the matter would be settled. His stance changed, open palms curled now into fists. Parries, counters, weapons could be used diplomatically if one had more sense than an animal. But that time had passed.

When next she struck, He would break her neck and end the fairy tale once and for all.

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shinkakuka‌:

“Nonsense… ?” the God’s lips curved downward at the fiery words, before he snorted, “Yes, I suppose to one who is so utterly ingrained in this world and its customs, the idea of a new world is utterly preposterous. You are an agonising anachronism, Yamamoto Genryūsai…”

The God studied the wizened man before him, felt his assessment of the situation ripple vaguely through his mind like rings on the surface of a lake –– misguided; deluded; arrogant… Truly the captain commander had a churlish way of perceiving things, perhaps unsurprisingly so.

This old man had lived for an age and seen the birth of this loathsome organisation, this was his world and he defended it as jealously as a wizened dragon.

“Masquerading as a king? My… it seems you are rather deluded, at what point did I say I am a King? I am much more than that, I am a God and this is my world. If you will not follow me into the new era, then it’s only right and proper that you meet your demise here… As I said before, you are worthy to meet your end by my sword.”

The Gotei 13 was an eyesore from a historical perspective.

While he did not particularly mind some semblance of it existing in the new world, as he would have a need an organisation to monitor the flow of the many souls in his world, but that did not mean it had to be the Gotei 13.

“Such brave, misguided sentiments –– do you truly think the things for which you stand are laudable? You speak as if you have cause to feel honourable, and yet you represent the unsightly core of this unseemly world…” with a gesture, Kyōka Suigetsu formed in the deity’s hand; edge gleaming with argent malice.

“I see you only intend to use your Shikai… Very well, I have no intentions of showing you more than that myself…” a smirk graced his lips, “If I even need to show you that much…” Suddenly he appeared behind the old man and swung for his head, “Shall I be merciful and give you a swift execution?”

Aizen could style himself however he saw fit, as often a child was likely to do. He could play Conqueror, King, God. The world was not such a fragile construct that it would be torn asunder in just one day. The Gotei 13 was not such a flimsy organization that they would not seize upon any weakness he provided.

With little more than a step to the side, He allowed the traitor’s blade to cut into skin, a hand coming to grip the steel and hold it fast in place. “How often must we play this game, boy?” Yamamoto was not one to offer the same warning twice, not when the recipient was clearly too absorbed in their own machinations to grasp the lesson.

The Reiatsu that seeped out of the blade was different, distorted once more since the absorption of the Hogyoku and the Soul King, but it was still unmistakably Aizen’s. The other hand came to rest on the wrist of their new king, holding him still.

“All this new power, and still you play the same old song and dance. Was it your failing intellect we were to feel threatened by, or stolen strength you know not how to use? What remains of Aizen Sosuke in that husk?”

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dusty-gunslinger‌:

Starrk groaned softly, running a hand through his hair. The elder Shinigami’s authoritative presence was making him tired already, and here they’d only just gotten started.

“You may start whenever you are ready. From the beginning.”  

The Commander didn’t even give him time to think about what he should say first. Maybe that was for the best.

“The beginning, huh..? This could take a while.” He replied flatly, sinking down to sit on the steps with a quiet huff, his elbows resting on his knees. “If memory serves me right, I’m responsible for the destruction of countless other Hollows- though admittedly, I’m not sure if you’d consider that a crime or a service..” At first it didn’t seem he was taking the inquisition terribly seriously, but his tone became considerably more somber as he recounted his recent deeds- admissions he was certain the Commander actually wanted to hear. 

“I willingly assisted Lord Aizen. I knowingly obeyed his orders, acted as your enemy, took part in his invasion- I openly fought with and injured your subordinates, as well as your allies.. And I find all of this regrettable. It shouldn’t have come to that.” He inhaled deeply, his gaze finding its way up the wall to the nearest window.

“Above all, my worst crime is selfishness. I knew what Lord Aizen would eventually ask of me- I always knew.” Men like Aizen were too ambitious to settle for anything less than absolute victory. Total war had always been inevitable. Aizen wouldn’t have sought out the strength of Hueco Mundo otherwise.

“But.. He offered me something I suspect he knew I could never refuse.”

“A rather concise summary of events, don’t you think?”

The crimes of any one of Aizen’s Arrancar could be measured in tomes, not pages. Even just existing was an aberration to the natural order of things. But such an act could not be punished, not so long as their kin numbered among the Gotei 13′s Captains. No, being alive was not a sin for their judgement. That mistake had been made once before.

But the rest? Their role in aiding Aizen, in impeding the procession of justice and colluding with the traitor? As Primera Espada, should this fool’s punishment not serve as a reminder to his kind as to what would happen if they tried to rise above their station? To disrupt the balance of souls?

“What trinket or boon did the traitor offer you, Hollow?”

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shadow--games‌:

Chuckling softly as he stood taller, he couldn’t help but smile. “The second is already done, believe it or not. I felt like actually doing my own work for once. As for the last, i will i will.”

A scoff, suggesting disbelief, the paperwork would be followed up on very shortly. “There might just be hope for you yet. As it stands, Lieutenant Ise has a truly lamentable role trying to keep you in line.”

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hanayomemomo‌:

His words reached her, spoken in a tonality that she had not ever observed from him before.  The modulation of his speech pattern and the intonation of his voice - was infused with compassion, yet still resonated with the authority befitting his station - and had just as much affect on her as the message, voiced in such a way that conveyed much more than the words taken at face value.  Much more than apology, but a perceived assertion that the Gotei 13 had failed to be worthy of her faith and loyalty.  If he truly believed that she had been punished in some way, it would only serve to reason that the same could be said for every single officer - seated or otherwise - who had been duped by the deception of Aizen.  Including himself.

Eyes wide, she raised her head to look at him.  “Captain Commander…”  Her voice shook, but the conviction to say what she felt she needed to gave her the strength to continue.  “…I do not believe that anyone failed me.  If not for the efforts of everyone, I might not have survived.  I certainly would not be where I am today…without the care and guidance of these who were there for me.  Like you.”  A pensive sigh is liberated, “We’ve all suffered a great deal…but I believe we have all become stronger, and at least in my case…even a little wiser for it.”

“It takes an individual of incredible resolve to walk away from an ordeal such as the one you went through, and to become stronger from it. To find wisdom in the shadows that the traitor cast over us all. You are a credit to your position, and to the Division that was left sundered. I expect much from you.” One might buckle under that sort of pressure. Hinamori Momo should thrive.

“But I’m doubtful that you came here to listen to an Old Man ramble about the past. Such are the burdens of politicians, Nobles and those with ambitions beyond their station. You and I have far more important things to occupy our time.” A smile, containing a warmth reserved for a select few, outside the line of duty and the face of the Gotei 13, a gesture is made towards the tea. “Tea time is a chance to slow down, pull back and appreciate our surroundings.”

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raijou‌:

It is a strange contrast in her feelings for this man. One the one hand there is an undoubted respect for him, for his strength and the unwavering way in which he lead. He had done a great deal for many people. There was another side to this though, the side that was heartless and considered everything in a way both cold and unfeeling. Yoruichi was not sure this was the best way to do things, not with the conflicts that had happened these last years.

“I disagree,” she said simply, as if it were really that easy. Of course it was not, there was something deep about this topic, spanning in vast ways not easily conveyed with words. “Maybe things were worse before, but you assume people cannot change once put onto the right path.” And no doubt this man had once put them onto that path, something she would never try and dispute.

“If people followed power we would have followed Aizen, it’s not simply strength that people need.” It was heart and purpose, two things that had systematically been denied in the Gotei in favour of law and duty. 

Flat sigh and she canted her head, eyes cast up as she considered. “No, you’re not. I need someone with a heart, not someone living to a cold ideal.”

The girl was not wrong, but it was an idle fantasy that could not be realized on the back of wishful thinking alone. Inaction because it was easy was a path that lead only to ruin. To the fall of the Soul Society and the denizens of Rukongai. It was only with a strict resolve and unwavering mandate that the Shinigami could continue to guide all the souls placed in under their charge.

Let the idealists see the fruit of the dreams when lives weren’t at stake.

“If you find My ideals so cold, perhaps you would rise to the occasion? Rejoin the Gotei 13 as a Captain? Be the example you wish others to follow?”

She would not. Whatever reasons she might give, the young Shihoin was disillusioned, and not quite so in touch with this heart she coveted among the Shinigami. “A heart breaks, child. What then?”

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This squad 9 trash is non-biodegradable.

This meme is also old, but who cares, lol~ Read from right to left.

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shinkakuka

Though Aizen did not bother to dip into the thoughts of the captain commander, most of the sentiments were radiating from him so loudly that it was impossible not to be aware –– not that the disdain was concealed but this was a sensation on another level; it was a rather curious facet of his newly acquired power, he understood even more on an even deeper level.

“Hmh,” a snort escaped him, “Joy…? I suppose it pleases me that this time you  chose to take centre stage –– last time you hung back just as I had expected you to, while you concocted that devious little strategy of yours…”

Memories of those towering infernos burned bright in his mind; and of the events that had led on from that. He knew Yamamoto would try something to gain the upper hand, and that was why Wonderweiss was crafted. Now he didn’t need a Mod Arrancar, he could easily deal with the old man himself now.

“Well, well… it seems you are rather the authority on what ought to be done,” the remark was offered in a sardonic tone, the God walked away from the wall and returned to stand opposite the figurehead of the Gotei 13, “I will decide who belongs in Zero Squad, they are mine to craft.”

And then they turned to the matter at hand, “Cull…? My, you make me out to be an utter savage… I am not here to cull, if I were here purely to spill blood do you think I would bother to waste my time with this little chat? I am here to give you and the Gotei 13 a choice –– will you follow me into a brave new world or meet your end here…?”

“You truly believe the nonsense you utter, don’t you? More power than sense, it truly is a shame that the Soul King is such a petulant cur.”

Aizen had come on the pretense of mercy, or perhaps a misguided delusion of self indulgence that he, and he alone was the hero. More than likely was it that he enjoyed the sound of his own voice. But the arrogance was not misplaced, the power now at the traitor’s fingertips unfathomable to most. Perhaps even Yamamoto was underestimating the carnage that lay in the future. The Gotei 13′s at least.

“You didn’t come here with ultimatums, boy. This isn’t a conversation between estranged friends, nor old foes. You came as Conqueror masquerading a King.” Zanpakuto drawn, Yhwach’s death had heralded the return of Zanka no Tachi.

However, the Bankai would not see use in these final moments.

“I will not prostrate Myself before a false King. I will not submit to the whim of your delusions. The Gotei 13 will not submit.” But under the leadership of their next Captain Commander.. under Kyōraku Shunsui, they would endure. They would survive, until such a time as their King was dethroned. Their new God slain. Deicide.

If Yamamoto bowed down now, their will would shatter. If He fought valiantly and failed, their hearts would break. The message sent instead to the former pupil, as Ryūjin Jakka was engulfed in flame, no more, no less than a Shikai, was one of stubborn endurance: 

Today is not the day we fight. Do what must be done. Don’t fail.

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valentine’s day is your fav holiday? never thought you were a romantic type haha

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name.     Tom zodiac sign.     Capricorn! height.     182cm / 6′ languages spoken?     English, Japanese (passable) nationality?    Australian favorite fruit?    Pineapples and Pears favorite scent?    I call it “new game smell”. When you open a video game box for the first time, that industrial sort of plastic smell? That’s the good shit. favorite color?       Red favorite animal?     Monkeys!! Apes!! All simians!! coffee,  tea,  or  hot chocolate?    Hot chocolate. I can drink green tea, but regular tea and coffee have always been blegh for me.

favorite fictional character(s)?   All Might, Ezio Auditore, Luigi, Mihawk

when was your blog created?   August 2016 for this one.

last movie seen?   Ocean’s Twelve

songs you’ve had on repeat?   Basically the whole Your Name soundtrack, the Greatest Showman soundtrack, My Hero Academia OPs

favorite candy?   Skittles

favorite holiday?   Valentine’s Day

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shinkakuka:

And there it was, the indomitable spirit that had endured for an age and perhaps longer still should the flesh remain constant. Yamamoto believed in more than his part, his faith was firmly given to the whole that he and his comrades were subscribed to.

So long as the guttering corpse of the Gotei 13 –his organisation– yet drew breath, the old man would remain fiercely aligned to it.

He would continue to reject Aizen, king or otherwise, out of sheer obstinate refusal to see a world beyond the Gotei. The mere possibility of a world other than this one that he knew and understood; disregarded as fanciful hogwash from the lips of a deluded sovereign.

“Do I truly believe I can create a better world? What makes you so certain I cannot? Are you so sure of God’s impotence, Yamamoto Genryūsai? Or is it merely wishful thinking on your part?”

       The hope that God was powerless.

       The hope that nothing would change.

       The hope that this world would stay…

Aizen smiled, gestured around himself, “This is my creation now, and I can affect it as I see fit,” he paused for a moment, allowed that information to sink in, before walking languidly toward the crumpled remnants of one of the four walls that framed the 1st division meeting room.

He placed a hand upon a few shattered clumps of stone and focused on it; with a brief flourish of his power, the wall was repaired as if it had never been damaged. He turned his gaze back toward the old man, “Most of Zero Squad have been relieved of their titles and stripped of their powers but are as yet unharmed. I cannot say the same for Ichibei.”

The smirk the God offered was brutal and spoke of the fate that had befallen the monk.

“There are no doubts about your strength, brat. That is why I have come, during this time of war, and not some proxy. Does that bring you joy?”

Apparently a demonstration was in order. Yamamoto watched dully, the traitor setting about showboating his divine carpentry. Utter nonsense. Creating a world, it’s people, was not as simple as willing something into existence. Such was the core of the reason the Arrancar had all failed in combating the Shinigami. It was why Aizen had failed in his fight against Kurosaki Ichigo. It was why he would always fail.

Their God was without a heart.

“You would do well to consider sparing their lives, boy. They are the pillars in which all life rests. Your power may be great now, but try and shoulder that burden alone and you will soon find your perfect world decaying from within.”

Hyōsube Ichibē would never have been permitted to live. Not with the threat he would pose to the Soul King. But the others still had roles to fulfill, a purpose to serve. Unwitting allies in a world that still needed them. Whatever its fate.

“You have come to cull the ranks then? Cut down the Shinigami and the Quincy alike?”

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I really should be stopped.

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♚ "Don't let yourself be consumed by anger, Yamamoto.. You'll burn yourself up."

“I’ll not listen to the foolish ramblings of a King of Dust and Ash. Speak not to me of anger nor fire, cur. The flame that comes to burn your false kingdom down is like none you’ve ever known.”