#ketsumyo

[kagehanabira]

@ketsumyo tsubaki: :( husband someone called me a brat on anon

" Hence Why I feel the need I need to kill someone -- only I can call you a brat, in bed."

[madaramee]

[ketsumyo]

// help my oc's zanpakuto is hotter than her even tho they're identical

ketsumyo's whole thing is that she looks like tsubaki bc she is the representation of tsubaki's inner passion and violence. still, she wears a mask over her eyes because ultimately tsubaki is the one who has the sight to make the decisions yeAH. tsubaki doesn't find out they're mirror images until she reconciles with the nature of her shikai during training for the Fake Karakura Town Arc

[naturesbeat]

@ketsumyo wants to hang out with Nanao

"𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙴-𝚂𝙰𝙽." Nanao tipped her head just a fraction in greeting. The motion, subtle as it was, shifted her glasses atop her nose, and she resisted the urge to shuffle the paperwork in her arms to adjust them. She had spent all afternoon tweaking the numbers -- it wouldn't do to lose them now to an errant gust of wind. In fact, they were all but ready for submission, pending one final bit of input.

"Did you have any suggestions for the SWA's budget this quarter?" The final distribution was largely up to her ( Madame Chairman only cared about the allocation for sweets ), but she liked to see as many of their members heard as possible. "We'll be going over it in the next meeting."

[sokatsuis]

ᴀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʟʟɪᴀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱʟᴏᴘᴇ

for @ketsumyo

tw: mentions of blood, violence

Beads of sweat dribbled from her slightly throbbing temples to the ground. The adrenaline coursing through her veins caused her palpitations to increase. Rin furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of the three-eyed humanoid she had to fight, which reverted into a conventional zanpakuto upon its defeat. 

What the hell was happening in the Seireitei?  

Fingers running through her damp locks, she scrutinised her surroundings. A myriad of zanpakutos were scattered around her. Were they also the same kind of creatures she recently encountered before they returned to their original form? She pursed her lips in contemplation. The situation was more atrocious than she presumed. Considering that the majority of Shinigami wield a zanpakuto, there is no telling how many more apparitions were present. At that moment, Rin felt that her inability to imprint on her Asauchi back then was a blessing in disguise. She could not fathom the difficulty of fighting a fragment of her soul if it rebelled against her. 

A sharp ping resonated from her phone; it was the alert signal for emergencies in the Soul Society. 

“Emergency: Zanpakuto spirits roaming around. Engage upon sight or contact.” 

Sheathing her phone back into her coat pocket, Rin paced in the direction of the 3rd Division. She had to make sure Kira was okay. Fortunately enough, the pathway was clear of imminent danger. At least that was what she thought until she discerned a loud yelp. Halting in her tracks, her sight alternated between the empty path and the direction of the concerning sound. Irrefutably, there was someone in need of help. She gritted her teeth. Such inconvenient timing. Without volition, her feet carried her away from her initial destination. 

“Sorry Kira, I’ll leave it to you for now,” she mumbled. Upon reaching the source of said sound, her cerulean eyes trembled at the sight of a Zanpakuto spirit seconds away from landing a finishing blow on a Shinigami. Rin aimed her hand in the spirit’s direction and solidified her gaze. Streams of pale blue flames emanated from her palm, which hurled it toward a building.

She flash-stepped towards the incapacitated Shinigami and moved her at a reasonable distance from the spirit. “Are you okay?” // tmi, rin used hadō #33: sōkatsui without incantation :3

[aftapati]

> sits down in muken with a bottle of sake

> peace and quiet

> someone (my money's on tōshirō) has replaced her sake with apple juice

> screams

( * / @ketsumyo / unprompted )

❛ I do not recall requesting any --- ❜

Momentum of customarily deep voice got adjourned by an audible cry emitting from the soul reaper who unceremoniously bestowed her presence within the sempiternal tranquility of Muken. Seemingly, the perpetuity of obscurity in a synthesis with solitude in constancy was of no concernment for her, with her significantly augmented voice causing resonance amid the abyss. Gone the premise of the habitual quietude, now superseded with temporary clamor, avowedly out of routinely cretinism environing the realm he harbors animosity towards.

Ineluctably, a labored exhalation absconded nostrils, acting as an overt indication of ire. Beholdenly for his exceptional mastery in the art of sentimentality disregardance, imperturbability was presented to maximal competence upon half - concealed mien. One irise in a chestnut complexion would hurl a glance at the culprit, whilst restraining himself from the unveilment of expressionism, suchlike of unamusement.

Thence, he remained silent, as he possessed no desire in entertaining such farcicality, contemplating how fragile in actuality his bindings are; effortlessly he would have eviscerated her existence. Lieu --- allowing her to succumb in her own infernal suffering was the optimum penalization for the time being.

[kigakurutta]

A beginning for @ketsumyo

Regardless of duty or obligation, Gin would dedicate a portion of time to literature; withdrawing to the libraries and records housed within Soul Society. From the readily available to the forbidden, among the wealth of the written word he found a respite alongside the acquisition of knowledge. Here he did not spare a piece of his time to pure fiction or fantasy, for even as a Shinigami his life was finite, and he would not waste the time he was allotted.

Though sensing another had entered the vicinity, and would no doubt draw near, Gin’s narrowed eyes would trail along the words until he reached the page’s conclusion.

❝How fortunate I am,❞ his smile grew as he regarded the visitor. ❝To encounter the eldest daughter of the Kuragane.❞ He languidly closed the volume, holding it at his side. ❝Though brief, did ya find your time among our fifth division a pleasant experience? Or at least, to be of use?❞

[desuetmort]

i love making edits of this meme & this is their relationship / @ketsumyo