Discontinued.

[shinkakuka]

burmecias-protector‌

    Many a query stores away, yet as butterflies spirited away at the crow’s caw, the lavender’s gleam shirk the tongue’s abidance to echo to uselessness. Fear has long lost its place ‘pon the throne of her heart, denounced by the strength of her heel. Yet, as a hurrican’s beginnigns shutter’s the oaks fortitude, so did that oddly familiar sensation at the sight of a blinking star aflit from his grasp. 

    Voice unshaken, mind retrieves once more the interrogative spirit, the heavy crown of the Dracula found on a worthy head. Lonesome in her rule, she keeps her children oblivious, her mate blind. “I would be a poor choice to banter politics, my Lord.” Yes, for the heart recognizes still the true sire of the bitter cup she had unwillingly partaken. 

“I merely wish to know what you do each moonrise you take on the work as a peasant, rushing to and fro across the globe. I merely assume you do not simply hunt…” 

“A peasant? My my... You seem to take rather a dim view of my cause,” her interrogation amuses him, it always has, for she is a firebrand and that brings with it the chess-like game of making moves and gambits and seeing how the game might unfurl.

He flexes his fingers, curling them against his palm then splaying them; feeling the energy of the Shinken shard shiver through him, giving him goosebumps that he would otherwise never have the chance to experience, “But you are correct in your observation, my globe trotting is not to sample the many throats of the continents...”

For a moment his gaze is cast over his shoulder at the unconscious male who is slumped in the alleyway the God had shooed him down, “My hunt is very different to that of my children, and of your own,” he smirks; a reminder to her that they share blood, and thus an identity, “Through my hunt I will acquire the means to return to the realm of the Gods, and see to it that my ancestors receive precisely what they deserve...”

Ambition ran hot in his veins, as incandescent as his anger, the divinities who damned him would rue the day he came to be but not because of the prophecy they foresaw but the one they wrote themselves through their own act of attempted deicide...

[memesrusrpr]

soft caring sentence compilation

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ 

❛❛ Please just… just hold me. ❜❜ 

❛❛ C’mere. Lean on me. ❜❜

❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜ 

❛❛ I’m never leaving this blanket nest ever again. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you don’t like hugs, but… I could really use one right now… ❜❜

❛❛ Just stay a little longer. Please. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s so cold outside, but you’re so warm… ❜❜

❛❛ I’m sorry. I should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

❛❛ Let me hold you for a while. ❜❜

❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜

❛❛ Everything hurts. Being with you is the only good thing in the world anymore. ❜❜

❛❛ Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. C’mon, come sit under the blanket with me. ❜❜

❛❛ All I want to do is sit and eat cookies and watch cheesy romcoms right now. But I’d love some company. ❜❜

❛❛ I brought blankets, takeout, and your favourite movie. I know it won’t fix everything, but it might help. ❜❜

❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜

❛❛ I made some tea. Now, do you need to talk? Or should I just put on some music? ❜❜

❛❛ I’m not going to leave. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. ❜❜

❛❛ Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… ❜❜

❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜

❛❛ I know you’re hurting right now, and I’m so sorry. Tell me what will help and I’ll do it. ❜❜

❛❛ I just want to see you smile again. ❜❜

❛❛ This is stupid but… could you sing to me? You have such a nice voice, and I think it might help calm me down… you don’t have to, but… ❜❜

❛❛ Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest. ❜❜

❛❛ wait , did you just say you love me? ❜❜

❛❛ i’m so happy! ❜❜

❛❛ is this a gift for me? ❜❜

❛❛ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! ❜❜

❛❛ i love you. ❜❜

❛❛ wow … your smile is breathtaking. ❜❜

❛❛ let me take you out on a date. ❜❜

❛❛ so what will it be tonight? ❜❜

❛❛ you know , you’re really cute. ❜❜

❛❛ shh … don’t cry. ❜❜

❛❛ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? ❜❜ 

❝  i’m here for you.  ❞

❝  let me help with that.  ❞

❝  i’m here.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna hurt you.  ❞

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞

❝  i’ll protect you. ❞

❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞

❝  let me take a look…  ❞

❝  i’m a phone call away.  ❞

❝  you should have called me.  ❞

❝  here, sleep.  ❞

❝  if you wanna talk, i’m here.  ❞

❝  hey, shh, it’s okay.  ❞

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞

❝  you’re with me now.  ❞

❝  nothing’s gonna take you from my side.  ❞

❝  i’ll do what i have to.  ❞

❝  i need you to stay here, okay? i got this.  ❞

❝  it’s safe here.  ❞

❝  i’m fine, let me see your face.  ❞

❝  we’re gonna have to keep ice on that.  ❞

❝  i like seeing you smile.  ❞

❝  you’re so beautiful.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ❞

❝  i miss/missed you.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

❝  i’m on your side  ❞

❝  i’ve got your back, okay?  ❞ 

[shinkakuka]

ryusxnka

                 D espicable – skin writhing – consonance vigorously tugged, interferingly so, ‘pon his unceasingly attentive implements of hearing whilst he aimlessly meandered throughout the expanse of the Seireitei. Requiring a concise repose,  a hiatus to unstrain aching muscles and contribute his  laboring lungs a fresh  accumulation of oxygen,  from his hourly  continuance of productivity; dusk till dawn, he has no  conscious in resting in between. – Nevertheless, placid footsteps gradually reduces to a standstill as lethargic eyes forthwith scrutinized at the distinct source of what had addressed him invitingly. –  Mien grimaces the instant the other’s anatomy had entirely overtaken his plane of sight. Aizen’s features,  then,  had expeditiously alternated, ‘pon their tangible  alignment, chest to chest,  into one of compunctious.  —  As if to persuade the youth to ultimately accept. – and, admittedly, he had succeeded.  -  Albeit only because of his adjunct to Hinamori – she’d surely chide him if she were to be notified of any declinations. 

 “ It’s alright. I have the time.  -  Am I to assume you will be taking care of our refreshments? “

The young man before him still had much to learn about fully concealing the kaleidoscope of emotions that played over his features upon seeing the 5th division captain, but he’d forgive him his naivety and pretend he had not seen any of the disdainful grimacing.

It was clear that he had resolved his hostile feelings in favour of avoiding a telling off from Hinamori, and so he would allow the impetuous youth his jealousies and simply smile brightly, “Ah that’s wonderful, I’ve been wondering how you’re getting on lately,” a gentle chuckle lilts from him, “Yes, of course, I insist on treating you, Hitsugaya-kun.”

He turned toward the path he was walking along, “Well then, shall we? You can tell me how you’re finding things in your Division of late... you look a little harried, I’m concerned that perhaps you’re being overworked?”

The captain thought he may as well strike up a sympathetic conversation as they started to walk into the soothing, verdant woodlands that stretched along nearby the 5th division barracks and wound around to one of several marketplaces where all manner of goods could be bought, including tea and sweets at the local teahouse.

[shinkakuka]

go fuck yourself sounds about right

“Perhaps you could give me some tips, Muguruma Kensei?”

[shinkakuka]

hirako-5hinji‌

◈:: The Shinigami’s presence startled them all and automatically put them on edge; something about that white coat told them to be wary, it meant this was a powerful one, but they had strength in numbers so it’d probably be okay. 

He paused, however, when the brunette began to talk. It was unusual for a Shinigami to speak first and swing their sword later, “… Why’re you askin’? He shot back in voice that was thick with distortion and rough like a beasts, “Ain’t seen a Shinigami ‘round here that likes talkin’ to our ilk…” 

It didn’t make any sense for this lone figure to take an interest if he was intending to chop them to bits but he wouldn’t drop his guard just because the approach was unusual, “… ‘Sides, ain’t like I can really answer that –– don’t have much memory, just woke up with this lot and decided we’d have better luck if we stuck together.” 

“… Now it’s yer turn, why’re you talkin’ to a bunch’a Hollows? Hardly seems in keepin’ with what you lot normally do…” 

Like wary beasts they watched him with their haunting soulless eyes, hidden behind stark white masks like a row of sentient skulls. Their agitation did not bother him as he stood relaxed and amused by the unfolding situation, “Ah, I see, so you have no memories prior to awakening here in Hueco Mundo...”

That was useful to know.

“Well, perhaps I’m not like the ordinary ones you have encountered thus far?” he offered with a slight smile, “I was watching as you tackled that Menos, and I was impressed by your team work. It’s rather cruel to kill something simply for being what it is, don’t you think? More to the point... the existence of Hollows is entirely unnecessary, did you know that? Those who murder you are responsible for your very existence, that seems rather hypocritical to me.”

He drew his sword and held it horizontally, stroking his palm over the broad edge of smooth silver, “These ‘Zanpakutō’ that cleave your kind to ribbons...” as he spoke he weaved Kyōka’s power around each of them once more, having died they would have been released from his spell – and that simply wouldn’t do.

“They are tied inextricably to the ‘original sin’ the Shinigami perpetrated several thousand years ago. It’s something I find odious and would like to change. I am looking for promising allies to aid me in that endeavour, and you and your comrades seem like a good fit for my ambitions... so I came here to ask –– will you join my cause?”

[disconnxctedsuggestion]

hey, go fuck yourself and stop stalking me

[shinkakuka]

ichxgo‌

     He lifts his head and frowns, watching Aizen. It’s odd to hear it put that way. Like having an old scar cut to let the skin heal properly. It’s true though. He’s mostly over everything that happened between Ginjo and himself, though hearing it put that way… something settles into place and feels right.

     He doubts he actually needs to answer that question.

     Ichigo closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the cold stone of the wall.

     For just an instant there’s a moment of vertigo, of ‘what if’.

     He’s trusting Aizen, but what if Aizen is playing him? What if this isn’t real at all? What if he lets Aizen in and he can’t get him out again? He can already feel him working deeper. Taking up space where Ichigo keeps his allies and his friends, and those closely guarded.

     And is that really a good idea? What if he has to choose?

     This hurts. He didn’t expect that.

     He shouldn’t want this man as anything other than a one-time ally. And yet. Maybe Aizen was right the first time. Maybe it is more about modern monsters. Only, Ichigo isn’t finding this one particularly monstrous.

     There’s a good possibility that coming here really was a mistake. Though he thinks, after all this time, he has the answers he came looking for, and they haven’t given him any solace.

     And it’s this: Aizen isn’t a bad guy at all.

     He wants problematic things, and he sure as /hell doesn’t have enough lines he’s not willing to cross. And he’s full of himself. Kind of a dick. He doesn’t value life in any normal sense. The list goes on really.

     But… there’s not much question Aizen was doing what he thought was right, and Ichigo wishes he hadn’t come to that conclusion. He wishes there had been something else. Some dark factor to villainize the man so Ichigo could close the door behind him and not look back.

     Instead…

    He exhales and it feels like his lungs are full of razor blades. “I’m sorry you’re here.”

     He is, but his own words snap him out of that momentary well of thoughts and his mouth locks shut. Honestly. Who the hell wants to hear that? It doesn’t change anything. So he tacks on a hasty, “Not that you don’t deserve it.”

    And then, he’s furious, because Aizen does deserve this.

     What a waste of so much goddamn potential.

     He’s not a god, he’s a graveyard.

     “Who the hell didn’t teach you it’s not alright to go around killing people because you feel like it? You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

The palpable air of inner turmoil that radiated from the young man was a curious thing to witness, but Aizen observed it without comment. He had seen many of the young man’s most heart rending moments, albeit from the distance of a screen, and so he already had a good idea of what was filtering through his mind: misgivings, empathy, discomfort, doubt.

Ichigo’s mind had always been a labyrinth and few were permitted into its depths but over the course of their many discussions and clashes, Aizen had undoubtedly managed to step some way into the darkness within the youth.

‘I’m sorry you’re here.’

Words that, for a moment, bring a somewhat dumbfounded expression to the fallen God’s eye and a slight quirk of his brow, then he chuckles at the next part, “Mmmh,” he rests his head against the back of his chair and closes his eye for a moment, before regarding the young man – it was clear he had more to say.

And then it came, spilling from his lips almost bitterly; like someone jilted and outraged by the way of the world and his own inability to affect it, Ichigo was angry for something he could not have changed and he knew it but that didn’t stop the outburst. Aizen allowed him to say his piece, before humming thoughtfully.

“Do you feel better now?” it was a slightly playful deflection, before his lips drew into a more sombre expression “Who failed to teach me? Hmh, simply put I’ve never had a mentor Kurosaki Ichigo. I have seen the world for what it is and made my own decisions based off of that impression –– I need not apportion blame or responsibility anywhere, I am the master of my own actions and I always will be. If that makes me an ‘asshole’, as you so tactfully put it, then yes I know that all too well...”

“But, that’s not really what this is about, is it?” his unbound bronze eye regards the other carefully, “You’re angry at me for far more than what you perceive as a devil may care attitude toward the lives of others...”

[shinkakuka]

shiniobu‌

He didn’t need two eyes to see the backward ways of the system he used to serve under. No his singular optical eyeball was enough to see what his loyalty had gotten him. Everything he had given ripped from him in an instant because they couldn’t handle it. They had their heads so far up their own asses no one questions merely obeys,

It was sickening. Like a mutt put down for merely following orders. It was the words heard that made every muscle tense. He had impressed Aizen of all people? If asked he’d have thought his previous captain would state such a thing before the other. If it was fluff simply to gain his favor it didn’t matter, that was praise enough.

          “She’s a royal pain in my ass.” put bluntly but there was no need for formalities at the moment, “ Keeps mouthing off about mirroring me which makes no fucking sense with his damn ability. The fuck does mist have to do with mirrors? Isn’t like she’s an illusion type like yours, but to even learn it’s a woman after all this time is annoying.”

A grunt as he concentrated over her meaningless whispers but came up with nothing as usual, “it’s no good I can’t make it out. She’s willing to work with me but the whispers in the background are annoying.” perhaps the other can offer enlightenment but he wasn’t holding his breath with such a vague explanation. 

He listened to Bi-Han’s explanation while mulling over the vague hints the blade was offering, “I see,” he murmured as his gaze drifted overhead, “Perhaps you’re taking your Zanpakutō’s words too literally... break it down in your mind and think about the ways in which something can be a mirror or a reflection of you without necessarily having any actual mirror.”

It seemed like the Zanpakutō was referring to some sort of doppelgänger power, but he wouldn’t give the fallen Shinobi all of the prompts he needed –– far better for him to reach the answer himself, for that would show promise and acumen.

“Thankfully, this space should be a good forum for conversing with your blade. There are few distractions in Muken and if you can tolerate the putrid air, then I imagine you will be able to have a far more direct conversation with her. Why not give it a try, Hattori-kun?”

He smirked and settled back in his chair to watch, he would see what promise the young man showed when it came to unlocking the secrets of his Bankai.

[aizen-is-everything]

Smile

If sun is dark then everyone will feel sad, right?

[the-book-diaries]

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin (via the-book-diaries)

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Send a sexual scenario and my muse will tell you whether or not they’d be into it. Anon or not.

[sousuke-aizen]

Hōgyoku Fusion Aizen ~ 崩玉との融合の藍染

[shinkakuka]

The Hōgyoku that gleamed in his palm was almost mesmerising. It was rare for him to retrieve it from its hiding place, but he wanted to check its progress and feel it against his skin. There was something palpable about the air around it that defied all explanation and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to understand that unknowable nature.

His attention was drawn away from the orb’s swirling surface at the rap of a hand on the door to his chamber, “Ulquiorra,” he could sense the cuatro’s distinct presence without needing to see him, “What is it? You may come in.”

@cuatroreborn

[hirako-5hinji]

The Broken Visored  //  @shinkakuka​

◈:: All he could see when he opened his eyes was darkness. The sharp pain that ached through skin acted as a visceral reminder that he was still alive, but he knew he was hanging on by a thread. As he roused, he became aware of the conversation happening around him. 

Most of the conversation flew over his head but he picked out words that he recognised, and that disturbed him: Hollows, exterminate, tonight. They were talking about him and Hiyori and Rose and Love and Lisa and Kensei and Hachi and Mashiro. The lot of them were going to be discarded like some shameful secret, all because they fell prey to a clever trap. 

Despite his best efforts, his voice was nothing but a rusty rasp against his sore vocal cords; revenge for a night spent screaming at the crescent moon. Briefly he recalled Aizen’s face and the gleam of his blade as he readied to deliver the killing blow; the flicker of fear and despair and frustration that washed through him, before Urahara intervened and he passed out.

As the conversation around him progressed, a similar fearfulness took root in his stomach: surely someone would stop this; they couldn’t kill them; they had a score to settle with Aizen and it wasn’t fair, things couldn’t just end like this…

–– but things could, and they were executed that night just as Central 46 had directed. 

In the aftermath there was nothing but a feeling of bitter emptiness and a powerful, instinctive desire to live. With a terrible shriek he thrashed and flailed and opened his eyes, a Hollow without a memory or a name but at least he was alive and surrounded by others whom he instinctively considered his pack-mates. Together they would survive. 

[shinkakuka]

≫ 50 years later

“Isn’t it unusual?” he mused to his two associates as they observed from a distance, “A pack of Hollows working together so seamlessly. It’s almost as if they view each other as comrades,” it was far from a typical Hollow behaviour, not unheard of but hardly commonplace either and that piqued his interest. The masks they wore were particularly interesting.

Aizen continued to observe as they cornered a Menos and tackled it together then shared the kill between them like allies. The more he watched, the more nostalgic the masks appeared –– he had seen that vaguely Pharonic mask somewhere before...

Then it came to him: that was Hirako Shinji. A smile spread over his lips, “My my... how the mighty have fallen,” there was a very amusing possibility here that unfolded in his mind as he watched them devour the Menos. Could he have use of these former Shinigami-turned-Hollow? The undeniable answer was ‘probably’.

“I think I might go and inspect them more closely,” he said before disappearing and reappearing a few feet from where they were gathered, “That was most impressive,” he said, directing his words to the Hollow that he now knew to be Shinji, “Have you lot always worked together like that since you were born?”

[shinkakuka]

The Primera’s approach was felt long before he arrived in the throne room, but Aizen waited patiently until he was in eye shot, “Ah, greeting’s Starrk,” he shifts in his throne, folding one leg over the other, “What brings you here today?”

It was rare that Starrk left his quarters, so that in itself was an interesting development.

@desolatelobos

[shinkakuka]

A shard of ethereal matter gleams in his palm, the colours it gives off are more dazzling than any diamond. He curls his fingers around it and feels its energy radiating through him. Yet another piece of the Shinken was in his possession.

But his moment of quiet enjoyment was short-lived as he sensed another’s approach and nonchalantly tilted his head in their direction, “Are you following me, Countess?” he is too pleased to be truly bothered by the interruption, “Or did you have something else you wished to discuss with me? Perhaps politics, now that we’ve exhausted the topic of religion?”

His lips curl in an amused smirk as he absorbs the shard into his skin.

@burmecias-protector

[shinkakuka]

“How amusing... This is a long way away from the Tenth Division,” the mirth that stains his voice is the sort that would easily provoke and infuriate lesser fools who are easily led, but he knows better than to presume that the Zanpakutō stood before him is so simple to bait, “Or is this your intended destination? And if so, what brings the Ice Dragon to my lair?”

 @frosty-zanpakuto