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[leichefrau]

HC: Veal

Following the end of the Thousand Year Blood War and the Tokinada Rebellion, Giselle began spending more time in two places: The Gotei Fourth Division and the World of the Living. In the vein of the latter, she ran into a peculiar black cat on her way home from picking up groceries.

This feline, much to the contrary to how most animals received her (they often hissed or became agitated thanks to her slightly corpsey smell) this feline nuzzled right up to her and began to purr. During a time when Giselle was in particular mental turmoil, this peculiar cat would soon come to be known as Veal, and become Giselle’s first and only Pet.

Giselle spends her evenings brushing Veal and generally confiding in them about her day, her anxieties, and her own general thoughts about the past and future. She has made a small replica of her own Ritter cap for Veal and celebrates the anniversary of finding Veal every year since she does not know Veal’s actual birthday.

To date, Veal is the only living thing Giselle has spoken to in regards to her life before the Vandereich. Giselle often worries about the day Veal will die, but has promises herself she will never zombify them. If nothing else she wants the chance for a happy afterlife for Veal.

[sting-them]

@flashdios liked the starter call.

            for over 100 years, sui-feng wondered. wondered why her beloved master had abandoned her, aligned herself with a traitor such as kisuke urahara. why she had relinquished her post as taicho of the second division. she’d been alone, so very alone, during those long years. throwing herself into her work to keep the depressing thoughts of what once was at bay. and then it happened. yoruichi was thrust back into her life with the sudden appearance of those ryoka. 

            she’d been relieved to find that her master was alive and well. that nothing about her had really changed other than the length of her hair. it wasn’t as short as she’d remembered it from before; reaching downward to her hips even in the high ponytail she sported. but then, the anger set in. the anger from being abandoned. the anger from her betrayal. the anger of her expecting to be greeted with opened arms after all this time. she would eventually get over it, her love and adoration for the shihoin clan member far outweighing her bitterness. a sense of normalcy had returned after all the commotion. and sui-feng was grateful just to be in her presence whenever she would make a trip to the soul society.

             buildings lay in ruin after the battle for the seireitei with the quincies. but they were alive and that was all that mattered. with how many casualties they had suffered, she was grateful for the quiet that filled the area. it allowed time to mourn those that were lost. what she wasn’t expecting, however, was for someone to join her on her walk through the seireitei. and for that someone to be lady yoruichi of all people.

[godkilller]

' so you're the rising star of squad five ... kisuke told me about you. i wasnt expecting you to be so little ~~ '

          So, this was the woman who tormented Byakuya, another Shinigami rising (but much slower than Gin had, hah, poor spoiled brat…) through the ranks. Shihoin Yoruichi. The third seat smiled, as he often did, only to let it fall in falsified reaction to her jab at his height. Such trivial comments could get a genuine rise out of many, but not Gin. He’d play along, though.

          ❝ Who’re you? ❞ Of course, he didn’t have to play nicely.

[hakiimono-blog]

keep eyes contact as she knocks his glass off of the counter.

            ❝ – what the ?? -- okay, that stuff gets a free pass when you’re in cat form, but don’t go knocking things off tables as a human!! As a cat, you look like a snarky pet -- like this, you just look like an incredibly rude house guest! ❞

[hakiimono-blog]

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*)

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses?

            That would depend entirely upon who he’s with and the context of the kiss. For example, if it were a kiss from Ururu or a younger compatriot, he’d prefer cheek kisses. But if he were with a romantic partner, he prefers kisses on the mouth. But kiss him on the stubble of his jaw and he’s putty.

[cchouwa-blog]

@flashdios ( liked. )

“ Shihoin. ” Ukitake smiled warmly at his visitor, though concern welled in his chest at her presence. It was perfectly possible that she was only here to visit, but just as well, she could’ve been holding important news, courtesy of Urahara. He wouldn’t know until she elected to tell him; in the meantime, he would extend her his fondest hospitality, as always.

“ It’s been awhile. How are you ? ”

[hakiimono-blog]

' get me '

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

            Darkness swallowed everything outside -- but it was impossible to tell in this place, where the sun was always beating down with the intensity of high noon in the desert. It would have been entirely too easy to lose days, even weeks in that place. Her breath came labored beneath the overbearing sun, her gaze darting to and fro as she kept her arms up around her face in a guard -- waiting; waiting for the impending attack. It would come again, relentless. 

            The air around her shifted, and she turned with deft agility just time to catch the blow against her arm. She wasted no time in retaliating, throwing her leg up in a powerful kick -- but the opponent matched her reaction time, catching the kick mid-flight and bracing its other hand against her calf. Using her own weight against her, it lifted her in a spin and hurled her across the dusty tundra. She landed on her shoulder with a grunt of pain, and her body bounced across the rocky dunes until she skidded to a halt. With a groan she hoisted herself back up, but it was already upon her again, having leapt over the great expanse of distance it had created between them. 

            It came down like a force of nature, throwing all of itself into a great blow against her -- fortunately she was quick, and she was able to dodge the attack and use the wind it created to widen the gap between them. Catching her feet against a cliff that sprawled up towards the ceiling, she used her velocity to catapult herself back towards the creature. They pair met mid-flight, and while she had managed to land a few punches prior, ultimately the twisted doll-like creation appeared to have more stamina than her -- which wasn’t entirely shocking, considering she had just breached the outset of womanhood, only having turned fifteen several days prior. It caught her intended blow and turned over to deliver a kick to her stomach that knocked not only the wind from her entirely, but sent her hurdling towards the ground at break-neck speed. 

            Yoruichi’s body hit the floor with such force that she bounced back, leaving a sizable crater around her throbbing form and a cloud of dust rising up around her. Her body trembled with objection as she attempted to get up again, and a moan of pain and frustration slipped past her grit teeth -- then she gasped sharply as she saw the growing form of the machination barreling down toward her like a missile. She closed her eyes and threw her arms up over her face to protect herself from the impending blow -- but it never came. Only the sound of an impact, and then a deafening stillness.

            Hesitantly, she peeked out from behind her braced arms, but she saw only the endless sky painted across the ceiling of the underground training facility. Befuddled, she sat up slowly and turned to scan the expanse behind her -- and in doing so, she located the source of her salvation. Her playmate, and incidentally the one who had created the doll she had just been fighting, had intervened and taken the apparatus down long enough to shut it off. It lie motionless in the dirt at his feet as Kisuke spun the little plastic key that dictated the training automaton’s mode around his finger, turning back to flash her a smug smile.

            ❝ – well, well ~ Looks like you’ve been slacking off on your training, Yoruichi-chan. You did say you wanted me to build one that would challenge you -- looks like I succeeded! ❞

            The initial confusion in her expression melted away, replaced with a cocky sneer of her own as she turned away from him in a tiff, and with a confidence in herself that should have been entirely undeserved after taking such a sound beating.

            “HA! If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours for distracting me with your foolish games all the time!”

            But she never objected to sneaking off to play those games -- though, of course, that part passed by unmentioned as he smirked and moved to stand at her side.

            “--Besides, I would have had him if you hadn’t stolen my thunder. --Sss!!”

            She hissed as she moved to get up, immediately retracting the weight she had attempted to put on her ankle. She looked down at the appendage skeptically, as though she were debating on how she should proceed, when she heard a snort erupt from the blond boy at her side. Throwing him a venomous and outraged look, she shook a fist out in his direction.

            “--what’re you snickering at, you jerk? What kind of gentlemanly behavior is that?? Help a lady out, you cretin!”

            She berated him, and he could only laugh in reply before stooping down to sling her arm up over his shoulder and heave her weight up to support her against his side. He smiled patiently as they began to limp together toward the exit ladder he’d undoubtedly have to carry her up so he could bandage up that twisted ankle.

            ❝ – right, right. C’mon then, thunder cat -- but y’know, I’d help a lady out without a second thought ...if only I saw one around here ~ ❞

            She hauled off and kicked him in the shin with her good foot.     

[kurctsuchi-blog]

/sneezes on

❝ Time for the kitty to get her shot~ ❞

@flashdios