#kamihaki

[compassionatekiller]

@kamihaki

Unohana “Kenpachi” Yachiru stood within the main hall of the 11th Division facilities, staring out one of the windows and privately contemplating the absurd duty she was forced to entertain today.  She mused to herself that when Yamamoto had managed to sway her to his cause, she hadn’t imagined that he’d ever be silly enough to ask her to watch over some gormless academy brat.  Yet, here she was.  The most decorated mass murderer in Soul Society history, babysitting one of Yamamoto’s pet projects.

It was a temporary arrangement, sure, but that was besides the point.  What was she even supposed to do with the thing?  Their peerless leader had only told her to make sure the kid lived and make sure he learned something, but what in blazes was someone like Yachiru supposed to teach a pampered post-war pubescent?  She would have bet money the child had never killed anything in his life!

But there was nothing for it.  Orders were orders, and orders from Yamamoto were absolute.  She would just have to figure something out.  Perhaps she could have her guys and gals kick the guts out of the kid, teach him how to properly handle pain like a real Shinigami?  Or maybe she could take over the the training hall for today and try to beat some swordsmanship into the tot.  Anything was fine as long as the kid learned and didn’t die, right?

Unohana was shaken from her musings when her senses were assaulted by a reiatsu she did not recognize.  It was massive; even the incidental “glance” Unohana had taken was approaching the level of a Captain, and the more Unohana focused, the more she found.  The pressure was noticeable as well; it was like a crushing weight on all sides, akin to what one felt when one dived too deeply into water.  Yet, that was not the strangest thing.  There was...something else about it, something Unohana couldn’t quite put her finger on.  It was...well, wrong was not the word she was looking for, but...alien.  It was something completely unknown, and whatever it was, whatever it meant, it caused the hairs on the back of the Kenpachi’s neck to stand on end.

She turned around to find the source, but found her line of sight to that source blocked by the burly back of her dumbass Third Seat Gotou.  He was apparently having the time of his life getting in the face of whoever was in the doorway, though all of those “Huh?!”s and “Hah”s didn’t quite make him sound like the tough guy he desperately pretended he was.  He sounded more like an orgasming chimp than anything else, to Unohana’s totally-unbiased-why-do-you-ask ears.  That idiot knew better than to get in her way on the battlefield; why couldn’t he translate that situational awareness to their day-to-day?!  The exasperated Captain didn’t think that was too much to ask.

Step after surly step brought Unohana behind Gotou as she said “Get out of my way, fool.”  She gave him exactly one half-second to realize what was coming before the back of her fist slammed directly into his ribs, sending him sailing across the room and through the innocent wall.  As Gotou crumpled into a heap beneath the pile of rubble, Yachiru scanned the person standing on the 11th Division’s doorstep.  White hair, youthful, pale...

”Are you the student that Yamamoto-soutaichou spoke of?”

[hakuteiken]

      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃,   save for the scattered presence of a few remaining koi fish.   the stature of the breed had been larger than any individual could ever have hoped to see in one's dreams.   their rarity was wholly unmatched,   the splendor of the great kuchiki name marked in its golden color,   finding solace in the pond surrounding the mansion walls.   yet,   the disappearance of the koi had been weighing on kuchiki byakuya's mind   ——   a troublesome thought,   a notion that the noble usually would not have paid any heed to.   but as he stood,   gray hues reflecting in crystal clear blue water,   contemplation had begun to cloud over his silhouette.

      ❛      i see.      ❜      the arrival of the other captain was as expected.   the countenance of   @kamihaki   was often set in a kindhearted expression,   an act utmost befitting of his nature.   within the roaming silence,   byakuya could almost feel the rationale behind the other's visit placed upon him.   thus in turn a statement parted his lips.   nothing more,   nothing less.      ❛      you intend to offer her a seated position.      ❜      /      ◇

[kenpxchi]

🎲 I HAVE MY OWN HC'S BUT HIT ME BEN. ASSIGN UKITAKE

@kamihaki, your d&d 5e class is - redemption paladin

- you are able to calm people with your very presence, and counter magic spells - when your allies take damage, you can choose to take it instead - divine retribution lets you immediately deal damage back to someone who attacked you or your friends

you are a champion of peace, but you are not unprepared for war.

[maskierd]

      ❝  sittin’ out here all on your own, ukitake ?   ❞   a rare sight if anything.  like their zanpakuto’s, both ukitake and kyouraku were usually seen  in pairs  - though shinji guesses with everything going on, it shouldn’t be that surprising.  life , funnily enough, has gotten busy around here.  both a curse and a blessing as shinji sighs, firm hand trying to relieve the tension in his neck.  ❝ would ya mind me joining you ? i know i could use a break and some company with it.  ❞                           @kamihaki​ ♥’d !!

[siilbern]

starter call »   accepting.  »  for @kamihaki

Everything hurts--his chest, his back, his head, the knowledge of his own catastrophic failure. The lingering feeling of Bazz holding himself up with a grasp on the front of his uniform, panting like a wounded animal. The fact that His Majesty is gone. The fever’s broken, at least, and yesterday that monster with the painted face had informed him gleefully that the surgery to which he did not consent was a success, raving about what a tremendous step forward this is for science. Jugram doesn’t doubt that whether or not he wanted to die for His Majesty was never even asked.

Saving his life to kill him on their own terms, on their own time. Somebody was bound to hang for this in the end if they lost the war, or be decapitated for it, as the case may be; he’s a desirable target, now that Yhwach is dead and he happens to be in their custody.

The seals on his abilities are for the large part overkill, considering that at the moment it’s difficult to sit up, exacerbating the pain in his chest and lightheadedness as much as the change of position does. He does raise himself in the hospital bed anyway, difficult as that is with his bony wrists joined in shackles of reishi--they cannot, will not strip him of his dignity.

The “visitor” who appears in the doorway of the solitary ward is Ukitake this time, not the new captain of the Gotei 13--his unofficial adjutant, from what Jugram can tell.

“He’s sent you this time.”

[asobishinshin]

☂️ , a  weather  based  starter !

starter call ,     feel  free  to  combine  multiple  prompts !

Autumn was finally here. it seemed that the season had somehow caught him unawares this year, however. he had been too busy relishing summer and the heat and that whole not doing a thing that came with it. hot summer days meant laying about underneath the shade of big trees and enjoying the stray breeze that played with the stray strands of his hair. summer was nice. but autumn was nicer. cooler. they said it was the perfect tea drinking season actually. but he was never much of a tea person. his life-long friend was though and he always enjoyed every single season as it came, every single year. every event too. ukitake was just that sort of person. and kyouraku loved that about him.

so he decided to drop by the 13th on this cool autumn day just to see how his dear old friend was faring. he had been told that he was not at his office. so that only meant he must be resting at ugendō and once he is at the entrance, the eighth captain peeks in from behind the door with one of his casual smiles.

' hey there, handsome. happy new month and season, mm. '

[sildraht]

        “  looks like you’ve made it just in time for clean-up.  i can handle that,  though,  if you’ve somewhere to be.  ”

      「 @kamihaki​   ❤ ‘d    for a starter. 」    

[keikakudori]

it was a hot minute ago (i say about 3 years ago or so) but back then when we were first moots, i was just 'oh this aizen looks neat let's go' and then i stayed bc your portrayal is so impressive; the work you've put into aizen shows in everything and like i told u, i'm both impressed and glad you're still here! and i'm staying bc hello, why WOULDN'T i?

What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay?

garrett, you're so sweet! honestly, i'm so glad to see you've come back to the bleach rpc because i always thought you were fabulous before so it's grand you're back! cas and i are fixtures in this fandom by this point, lmfao. i have no plans to go anywhere else any time soon, especially not with how hyped i am for the final arc coming in. i'm just so glad that you appreciate how i write him! that means a lot coming from you! you're wonderful. you're terrific and thank you so much for this!