#ohkraken

[aetheraels]

do i really have a choice? shunshi / @ohkraken asked.

Jūshirō needs not say anything in the moment. His expression says it all. The furrowed eyebrows, the sullen frown, green eyes looking through to Shunshi's heart and soul. It's not so much disappointment he feels as it is... sadness, partial guilt. Here they sit, pondering past, present, and future in the ways only old men who've endured hardship can. It's been rough to live on borrowed time the way Jūshirō has. Every moment of weakness ( of relapse ) he's brought back here to rest and heal, before he's released and then back in its clutches once again. Such is his life, much to his disdain. The captain lifts a hand from his cup and looks at it. He shakes the image of crimson away by wiping it off on his hakama. A sigh escapes him as he takes a small sip of his tea.

❝ You don't have to follow me, you know... ❞

And yet, Shunsui still does. Time after time, they sit here just outside Ugendō, sharing a drink together in the grass. It's been this way for centuries now. Standing side-by-side, picking each other up when the other falls -- it's as natural as breathing. Jūshirō knows it in his heart: he'd have no one else sit with him so soon after he's recuperated. As much as he trusts his subordinates, there's sides of him that they shouldn't be subjected to. This, like many other things, can only be entrusted to someone who's witnessed the cruel flow of time for as long as he has.

❝ You could have chosen to walk away and left me to my fate at any time, just like how you can choose to leave now... but you haven't. I'm grateful for that. ❞ Looking back to his oldest friend, a small smile settles on Jūshirō's face. ❝ Thank you, Shunsui. For this -- and for everything. ❞

[imagend]

Is this what is called 'mundane'? Will there come a time where the memories of cicada calls and exuberant ramblings of a girl become halcyon? He doesn't know. He's hardly concerned what will happen in the next week let alone the next several years. Well ... he had been invited out with a group of Yuzu's friends the following weekend, so he at least knows what's happening Saturday.

His walks around this neighborhood previously solitary was accompanied as of late. His route is the same as the Kurosaki girls which made him consider moving his dream - constructed house elsewhere. But the logistics of that were too daunting a task so he'll just endure. Admittedly it wasn't actually that bad. At this rate Gremmy knew more about Yuzu than he did Ichigo, even with exhaustive debriefs the quincies under Yhwach were subjected to. And if he had to choose, the girl was more interesting. Or maybe he's grown bored of world - ending scenarios and saviors and the mundane was just a welcomed change of pace. Danger doesn't have to lurk around every corner (even though it seems to crop up way too often in this town).

"You talk faster when you get excited." he chimed in during moment of pause between the other's thoughts. "You start walking faster too."

@ohkraken for Yuzu

[luredeep-moved]

@ohkraken​:     ❛  can  you  stay ?   just  for  a  little  while ?  ❜      [ 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚂 ]     –––     za’shala  &  iorveth

𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ?     to stretch the moment,    to linger when parting is inevitable ?     to take time away from duties,    seeking momentary respite ?      iorveth has never been just one.     he is many,    for to lead means to carry.     to have eyes on you means to have to meet their gaze and hold them up.    you cannot ask of those who follow you what you would not give yourself,    and he has asked much and given everything.    it is not a burden,    not something to seek refuge from.    the flame burns so bright at times it threatens to consume him,     pushes him further and further with a determination immeasurable.     the years have not yet made him weary.     to think of the coming of such a day feels laughable now.     many have died under his command,    and many more will.     does he not owe it to them to give even more ?

a message received    –––    good news for once.    word from vernossiel has been sparse.     they mean to retreat,    let her rest,    for surely the journey was not an easy one,    it never is.     to see serenblath looked after and return to their tent,     soothed in the knowledge that once again she has returned safe and sound,     that they will find rest in the safety of his camp.     they ask him to stay and it tears at him.    their light touch,    as though expecting him to deny her,     and perhaps he might allow himself to be selfish.    just for a little while.

❛   of course.   ❜      to trail the tips of his fingers along the side of their arm.    they speak with their hands.     ❛   as long as you want.   ❜     after all,     there is nothing that cannot be dealt with come morn,     nothing pressing enough to force himself to deny their request.     let me be selfish,    then.     he draws her into his arms,    speaking once again in silence.    relief at the sight of them is never voiced,     yet it rings through the warmth of their embrace,    as though they wished to feel their heart beat against his chest to truly ascertain their return.      this life leaves no space to linger and yearn.    to beings such as them,     this moment ought to be precious,      for soon her scent will fade.     to part is an inevitability.

the loosening of his hold is only light.     enough to allow for the tips of his fingers to trace the length of their jaw,    asking,    silently,    for them to raise their head.     kiss me,    his fingers say,     ere he bends down to seek their lips himself.    to make true of his promise.     to allow for their hands to roam,     to do the most difficult:     𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐩.    let the leader’s coat fall and become merely one person,    seeking another.

[waswilczmin]

@ohkraken​  said  :  you really forced my hand here

this  is  really  even  what  he  looks  like  in  tw2  .  didn’t  even  edit  the  image  .

[cuyanir]

@ohkraken​​ : starter call ( for zashlaa )

“duck.” is the only warning he gives her before blaster shots erupt everywhere, causing the crowded street to empty out immediately. fett’s gloved hand presses down on top of zashlaa’s head, pushing her to the ground. his other hand whips out a pistol, trigger loops around his finger as he spins it for one short second before returning fire. he doesn’t need a volley of shots. just two for each hunter.

sudden stillness. fett holsters his gun, checking up on the togruta. covered in dust, maybe shaken up, but unharmed. for now.

“still in this business, zashlaa? i thought you’d wise up by now.” his helmet tilts slightly as he extends his palm. “there’s a hand above your head if you want it. we’re getting off this planet. my client has prepared a safehouse for you.”

[heroscarred]

@ohkraken​ ⊱ CRISTÓBAL RÍOS

“ Didn’t think I’d ever find myself back in one of these places willingly. ” Before Picard he would always remain in his ship should he need to dock in a Federation port. But now he actually stepped out and tried to take in the sights and smells of the place he once called home. He’d never heal if he didn’t force himself to try. At least a little, anyway. La Sirena is still fairly close should he need to escape.

[grogupositivity]

back at it again to give a shoutout to the lovely bruce/ @ohkraken​ ! bruce I love all your muses and both ic and ooc you’re so fun to talk to and I jus love you so much. The thought you’ve put into your characters is beyond words and really shows through your writing. I hope 2021 gives you nothing but good things !!

[resistanceheirarc]

@ohkraken sent::  ‘ you have a nice laugh. ’ ( from jakara uwu )

for some reason the compliment actually takes him by surprise, probably just because of who it’s coming from, but he responds with a wide smile after only a split second of hesitation. it’s not that he doesn’t think jakara likes him, he’s not a complete fool, but it’s something new to actually hear him say nice things about poe. the other man doesn’t have a soft outside, poe gets that, but he just wants to make him smile, to laugh, to see him relax. and also, yeah, he likes hearing nice things about himself sometimes. “thanks, i’m sure you do too.”

reaching out, he puts a hand on the side of the other man’s face, leaning close to press his forehead against jakara’s. “you really make me work for that laugh, huh?