#obsidiennes

[waspandr]

Because I am too excited and have very little self-control so I simply cannot be bothered to wait a few more days; here is an early Christmas gift to the one and only Langley ( @obsidiennes ) ft. their rendition of Bambietta. Art by the lovely and talented Aiaini, check them out!

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[brokenalmighty]

@obsidiennes

It was, surprisingly easy to move around the Rukongai. Not that anyone would have recognized him in any of his incarnations outside of the soul society. IN his current state? Probably nobody.

But then again, it wasn't as if he were hiding.

Otherwise he wouldn't be making his way to the Quincy District. Fragments of thought had been following him ever since he'd awoken, but there was one thing above all else that drew his attention. That sensation of familiarity. Faint, almost unnoticeable at first, but as he'd gotten his legs about him, he found the draw impossible to ignore. And it wasn't long until he found ....ONE of the sources of the sensation.

A young woman with dark hair.

He didn't have the slightest clue who she was, but the name still found it's way to his mouth.

"Bambi."

[apotheoun-a]

BLEACH – 'E' The Explode

The Bundesrepublik Quincy (feat. Riza Hawkeye's Uniform)

[ graphic gift ||  Bambietta Basterbine - edit for @obsidiennes ]

[deivorous]

@obsidiennes

"Huh."

"Y' know what? I respect you a lot more now."

[draconeusmuses]

@obsidiennes​ (For Nanao)

“.... Hello.”

Rukia’s greeting was reserved and controlled, as she was between showcases, and Nanao’s own booth had slowed down a bit, seeing as a different style had just been showcased.

The shorter woman’s helmet still adorning her head, she wore a dark bra, with a sort of shawl around, and just beneath, her shoulders that acted as sort of a sheer curtain, hiding what lay beyond, but being just visible to those who weren’t wearing shades, or a dark visor. Her bottoms were similarly styled, with a hip-cape that hung off her left side, though it didn’t obscure her actual underwear as much as the garter belt that held up her thigh-highs.

“I like your look, it’s very impressive.” The smalltalk (or shoptalk maybe) coming out a bit stony and awkward, as the shorter shinigami wasn’t sure what to say, since the last time they spoke.

[inmensapotentia]

Who doesn't lock the door?! for Rukia with Lisa (@obsidiennes)

While she didn't have an extremely high drive, occasionally it was a nice way to help herself relax so she could get some good sleep. Which had left the petite woman sprawled on her bed, the blankets thrown off to the side, one hand between her thighs. Eyes closed, she'd let her mind drift, trying to find some fantasy to help her as her fingers teased at tender flesh.

She had only just started to press her fingers into herself when her bedroom door slid open. The sound hadn't actually registered on her as reality until the other woman spoke. Eyes snapping open, her cheeks suddenly darkened much further than the soft flush of arousal. Her free hand snapped out to grab her blankets, whipping them over her naked body as she pulled her other hand away from her body.

"Captain Yadomaru!" The words came out a rush of shock, but as the older woman's words fully settled on her frazzled brain, Rukia's expression turned sour. "Well considering you had to walk clear through my entire apartment," The Living World term slipped out on habit after how much time she'd spent there the last several years. "One would think you could at least announce your presence rather than creeping around."

[waspandr]

[ From Bambietta/@obsidiennes ]

Although the morning of Shaoling's birthday had gone largely as usual besides a fancier breakfast, later in the day Bambietta had prepared several gifts and presents, all waiting within her lovely Captain's quarters: there was a German chocolate cake in the shape of a kitty's paw, a fancy torsion pendulum clock for her desk at work, an assortment of crystal cat figurines for the same, some toys for Yū… and a racy set of lingerie in black for her darling girlfriend, lovingly wrapped.

When everything was ready just so, Bambietta would put her plans into motion by sending her birthday girl a candid photo of herself wearing a matching outfit in white, with text added to it reading, "Happy birthday, Shaoling! I got you some cake! Wish you were here~"

Though the day had started well enough, Soifon was soon bombarded by strainious amounts of work, not even field work just piles and piles of dull paperwork. Although, she did have the occasional break and rest when visitors came by to address other matters or offer their own gifts for the day. Overall, it seemed like her actual work had been triplied.

The hours were not passing swiftly either. They dragged on and on. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes, like hours. All in all, it made the day all the more tedious. By lunch, she had already considered just leaving for the day, spending it under the covers of her bedsheets or the warmth of her kotatsu, but all that would do was ensure an even larger workload tommorrow. It was far better to just get through the slag of today than add onto the next.

That was the plan anyways. It wasn't too awfully long before dinner time when Soifon recieved a text. Her eyes casting a cursory glance to her phone, enough to catch Bambietta's name, lovingly denoted with an image of a deer, pop up. That alone ripped her away from the piles of paper on her desk. She grasped the phone, clicking through several buttons till she came upon their name again, opening the text and…. …. …. ….

She slammed the phone screen down, her fingers still lingering, cusped tight along the edges. She covered her face with her other hand, though ink-stained, she didn't care nor notice it. After a minute, she shot up out of her chair and promptly shoved her phone into her coat, marching out of the office after without so much a word to her Lieutenant.

She was going home.

Right. Now!

[midnightactual]

Yoruichi's latest performance in the Seireitei was... unconventional, to say the least. The stage which had been assembled for it blew up, for one thing—a thousand fireworks flying into the sky all at once as it was immolated in a ridiculously fiery Hollywood-style gasoline explosion. The speakers though, hardened, survived and remained unmoved.

Amidst the cacophony, the trundling of tank treads would surely go largely unheard until her Chieftain emerged from the conflagration, blasting yet more sparkling fireworks from its one-time smoke dispensers as music visibly pulsed through the smoke from the static speakers. Atop the hull, astride the main gun, stood Yoruichi herself with microphone in hand. Behind her, on the turret, were arrayed Bambietta, Tatsuki, Lisa, and most abashedly of all Nanao.

She promptly launched into a spirited rendition of "In The Gotei", working her crowd!