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[mendingandrendingbankai-blog]

“What did you just throw at me?”

Starter Meme Here ||  @ironassault

13. A carrot, because my muse is craving carrot cake, but doesn’t want to bake it themselves. 

From the doorway, Unohana smiled sweetly at the Vizored Captain, the rest of the bunch of carrots hanging from her fingers. A bag hung from her arm.

“You should always be prepared for the unexpected, Captain Muguruma. It doesn’t do you well to be taken by surprise, even if they are healthy ones.”

She placed the bag on the desk, careful to find a free space, then slipped the carrots in with everything else. “If you get a moment, I would very much appreciate it if you could bake a carrot cake for me and Isane-fukutaicho. I’ve heard that you’re quite good at cooking, so this should be a fairly simple task. This should be everything you need, but if there’s anything else, please don’t hesitate to say so!”

[the-lewdest-concubine]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤 𝔸𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕌𝕤

@ironassault  [[Finally!  Starters always take me a while...]]

It had been a week since the city fell to the chaos.  Of course Szayel had seen it coming, the fights over resources, the struggles for power. It wasn’t the first city to fall either, as only few remained now that the Cordyceps epidemic had lasted for half a decade.  

It was still dangerous. Szayel hadn’t gone in right away, preferring to wait for the most volatile to kill themselves off in the ensuing riots.  Then the survivors, so used to having an overlord to care for them, succumbed to the fungus one by one, and this is where he came in.

The military stockpile of rations, medicine, and munitions was in a perilous trip to the center, but Szayel knew it was his best bet to get new supplies.  He was one man; he could slip in and slip out.  He parked his rarely used car off to the side, ready to load it with what he could carry.

Carefully, pistol in hand, he snuck through the compound. It was eerie, seeing it like this—one place once bustling with people, now desolate, corpses both untouched and infected the only sign that life had been here.  

Gunshots punctuated the silence, and Szayel tightened the grip on his gun.  He wasn’t alone, after all.

A team of three raiders had a single man holed up, who looked to be ex-military, and worse for wear with the amount of blood he was covered in.  Szayel’s face twitched involuntarily.  These were the scum of the earth.  Sneaking from shadow to shadow, he made his way toward the stockpile. Taking aim he shot two, using the chaos to make his way in.

Szayel moved swiftly, grabbing the injured man and pulling him into the store room and shutting the door behind them.

“Your kind headed out a week ago.  What are you still doing here.  Deathwish?”

[desk-work-expert-archive]

‘Medical’

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From here - accepting

Send ‘Medical’ for an AU starter where our muses are doctors working in the same hospital.

She sat in grim silence, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor cutting through the still of the night,  offering no comfort as Nanao checked the patient’s vital signs and found no change. 

The man was a medical mystery, one that had confounded her department for the past three days. Every treatment, any potential diagnosis proved false, the condition seemingly able to adapt to whatever was thrown at it. For the most part the patient held stable but every so often the symptoms would worsen just a fraction, just enough for anyone who’d come into contact to become a little more worried. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that this was a man who would die a lingering death if they couldn’t diagnose him soon. 

That was where Nanao came in, a recent transfer to the hospital, tasked upon joining the staff to find out exactly what was wrong with this particular patient. So far, she’d had no more success than anyone else, much to her frustration. He confounded every test and assessment she could think of. For now, she’d exhausted every option and all she could do was watch and wait. It had become a task far too difficult for her alone and help was needed, a fresh pair of eyes if nothing else.  

At that moment the door swung open with a swish and Nanao became aware of a figure standing in the doorway. She turned, knowing who it had to be, relieved the Calvary had finally arrived and she was with someone who finally might be able to help this man. She offered a curt nod of greeting and ushered him into the room anxiously. 

“Dr Muguruma, good evening”

[taoreta-hai-tenshi]

Cooking With Kensei?

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It was no secret that Kensei was an incredible cook, and that was one thing Rangiku really wanted to see from the new Captain of the Ninth....amongst other things of course. 

With that in mind, she waited until he was alone before deciding to cozy up to him to see just what made the Captain tick. 

“Ohhh Captain!” She practically sang, a bright smile pulling at her lips as she looked up at him. “I hear you’re an excellent chef....what would a beautiful woman like me have to do to get a peak at your incredible cooking skills huh?” She teased lightly, a hidden part of her hoping he wouldnt just throw her out on her ass. 

[hebi-zetsubo-blog]

A Knock at the Door

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It wasn’t every day that Izuru found himself within the barracks of the Ninth division, however Shuhei had promised to meet him hours ago and there was still no sign of the fellow Lieutenant. Making his way through the barracks, he stopped just short of knocking on the Captains office door. 

What if Muguruma got angry with him for asking?

What if asking got Shuhei in trouble instead.....or got himself in trouble for some reason?

He knew the Captain was a bit high strung, though his own Captain had told him multiple times not to be afraid of his fellow visord numerous times...advice that would go unheard as he caught the glare of the man in question every time he had to deliver papers. 

Taking a breath he knocked on the door before finally speaking. 

“Captain Muguruma, may I speak with you for a moment?”

[thewindreaper-blog]

Disꟻunctional//Kensei&Shūhei Family AU

for @ironassault

             “Hey, Pops, have you seen my tuner?”

Finally, all of Shūhei’s efforts had landed him reward. Months of self promoting his band across chat rooms and forums, making flyers and ads for billboards, had provided him with one plausible call-back. The first 4 inquiries he had received ended up either being pranks, or simply not what he was looking for.

It wasn’t a very big gig- an hour long set on a Thursday night, but it was a real performance. One that actually paid.

The youth didn’t mind playing the free stuff. Talent shows from school, volunteer fill-in positions for bands needing a guitarist or a bassist. Shūhei just loved getting his hands on an instrument and playing. But it felt so much more worth it when the acknowledgement came with dollar signs.

And money meant a lot of things to different people. Shūhei was hoping it would mean legitimacy to his father.

             “Did you hear me old man? It was on the counter.. I didn’t even leave it there that long!”

Truthfully he probably had. The young male had been in quite the frenzy over the past few days trying to have things ready, especially since his vocalist was turning out to be the biggest flake. He could handle covering vocals himself while playing guitar or bass, but he hating feeling unprepared. There were certain rituals he’d prefer to go through if he knew he were singing.

             “I swear to god if he’s chucked it into some drawer again...” Shūhei was muttering to himself as he went through the kitchen, picking up papers and shuffling items around.

[medicine-for-the-brain]

♞ ┊ ‘ Fuck. Again? Who the hell did you off this time?! ’

“That’s information only I need to be privy to, Muguruma; but why so vehement? Afraid it might be someone you know?”

[mendingandrendingbankai-blog]

By the Seaside

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Send “Seashells” for our muses to walk along the beach together [X]

The sun was warm and bright, sparkling on the water with the promise of a beautiful spring day. The wind was colder, but lapped at the water in a playful dance that added to the charm of the outing. She had run into Captain Muguruma on her walk, and not one to forego an opportunity, she’d invited the man along.

Although it may have appeared that he wasn’t free to refuse, now that she thought about it.

“How have you been settling back into the Seireitei, Captain? I imagine that with how long you spent in the Land of the Living, adjusting must have been a struggle?”