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[uraharashouten]

@hirak0s asked:

you're not brave, you're reckless. (From Ayame)

[[ meme || RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS. ]]

He stands, wide-eyed and a bit dazed, curling and uncurling his empty, soot-blackened fingers, regarding his wife.

"Oh my, who ever suggested I was brave?" His weight shifts, and the teeth of his geta grind in new ash and fragment. His garments are singed, as well as his hair. Cheeks are smudged, and there's a bit of smoke still rising from mysterious origins on his person.

"But reckless? Oh, no no no. The term you're searching for is curious. This could have been much worse, you know. Safety first, isn't that what they say? Haha—" He knows his lighthearted banter won't assuage her, and yet—what's the alternative? "Of course I wouldn't want you to worry..."

[lchigokurosakl]

@hirak0s because Shinji is a filthy enabler

      "I'm not really much for partyin' but I wouldn't mind hittin' a club or two. Sadly, I don't have any of my clubbin' clothes here." Ichigo would smirk at Shinji, the vizard wasn't his size either, so it wasn't like he could loan him clothing. Now, it was true that he could simply go home and change, but something told him that if they were going to be seen together... Shinji would want a say in his wardrobe.

      Ichigo grinned widely at being asked to let the 'lil menace out' well, who was he to say no to that? Nobody, that's who. He wasn't going to say no. "Alright then, what's the plan? Or maybe who're the targets?" Clearly, the blond had to have someone in mind, right? Otherwise why would he say what he did? So the younger simply waited and was willing to listen.

[limitshatter]

@hirak0s asked:

(neck) - sender grabs the back of reciever's neck (I noticed Ichigo in the muse list! This is from Shinji! Also Hollow Purple (but it's in Zander Small's voice))

rough handling meme. // accepting.

the heat of battle . . . even if it is just training, neither the blood racing through his veins nor the heavy weight of the pull of air into his lungs lie. the layer of sweat covering his skin and the electric feeling of excitation permeating bone-deep tell the story. it is never just sparring with shinji. the heights for which they aim allow for nothing less than the very best of what they both have to offer -- no longer mere sparring, but putting their lives on the line in pursuit of strength.

with each clash of their blades, each clash of their spiritual pressures, ichigo can feel it -- the desperation linking the two of them together in battle. the desperation of shinji to stand up to the coming threat . . . the desperation of ichigo to be strong enough to protect the people most important to him. every time that mask breaks, that desperation crests.

not yet. i'm not strong enough yet.

hiyori has told him, time and again -- he must master the skill of transitioning when he runs out of time with the mask. each time it crumbles away, he is left wide open. not for more than a moment or two, but enough for a strong opponent to manipulate . . . and more than enough for shinji.

the fragments of his shattered mask barely have time to fade to dust before shinji capitalizes on the opportunity before him. in the brief moment after the crumbling of his mask, before ichigo has the chance to get his bearings again, shinji has parried his sword aside and closed in. his eyes can barely follow him as he maneuvers behind him in a flash, and before he can even react, shinji has his neck in a hold. it is a very vulnerable position . . . if this were truly an enemy . . . i'd be dead right now.

i lost. the thought sits in his head, but in a real crisis like this, there is no concession. there is only victory or death.

❝ i'm not done yet . . . ! ❞ he tightens his grip on the hilt of his sword and spins, aiming the blade so as to slash shinji's arms -- or, more accurately, to get him to let go, so he can recover some ground between them.

[yxngrou]

*targeting @hirak0s* for speaking

❝ open your wide mouth again.❞

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

Continued from X with @hirak0s

Rukia's brow furrowed as she watched Ayame's head move. She was already measuring her body up. There was no stopping her lieutenant once she set her mind to craft something...

"I'm sure it would be lovely, Ayame. But where would I ever wear such a dress? It's not often that I am attending events like that..." Not with how she'd been avoiding the World of the Living. She carefully ensured her mask was securely in place before continuing.

"Your skills would be wasted on me, Ayame." She offered a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You should refocus your efforts on someone else. Perhaps Rangiku-san. I have too much work to do here to think about adding extra social events. Thank you for thinking of me."

[thuganomxcs]

Between the mess and the cake that’s falling apart. “Definitely surprised.” Surprised that something this bad could happen but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t see that care that went into preparing all of this, perhaps her only disadvantage was she had done all of this on her own. No one could ask for a better friend, truthfully, and so Yusuke began smiling. “This kinda chaos kinda fits when it comes down t’ me. What’d ya say we dig into that cake?”

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[baiika]

@hirak0s from here

Embers of naivety are fed by his outstretched hand. Momo knows better. She knows the tragedies they've faced can't be scrubbed from their essence. Can he keep his nightmares at bay to cure hers?

Tears well in her eyes because she wants it so badly it manifests as a growing lesion in her chest. Hope and life experience war each day. Eventually, Momo will lie and return her bones to the earth and split her nails crawling out of Hell to kill her ex husband. Can she ask Shuuhei to watch her finish broiling into a charred husk?

Her cheeks and chin are wet. Agony fills her with prose. "It's a briared path," she croaks, head resting upon his chest. She can hear it beat against scar tissue like her own. "I can't be saved. I can't save you."

[solismused]

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"What do the two of you want hmm? I'm trying to take a good nap. Hard to get those these days." What with Lilynette hounding him to cut back on the nap taking. But it wasn't like she fully understood that him repressing his strength took a toll on the arrancar. He had moved his green pillow out in the middle of the seemingly empty hall. "If you're gonna come bother me then you better make it quick."