#shiiken

[keikakudori]

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send ' ▼' for my muses reaction to yours straddling/sitting on their lap.

                this was most certainly not the norm, aizen sousuke finding his lap suddenly filled by one of the oldest captains of the goteijusantai and especially not one he expected to do this. but perhaps the older captain had had a bit much to drink thanks to the recent celebration of raising a new captain up? a brat of a boy, a so-called prodigy. but either way, he found himself suddenly stuck where he was. 

                ( maybe if he didn’t move, she wouldn’t see him? he was sure he could hear gin snickering somewhere nearby. )

                he was too polite, of course, to stand up and upend the woman from her perch but he had perhaps frozen up just a little with the sheer shock of it while he tried to process just what it was that had happened here. was this something that he should have seen coming? was this his fate for the rest of the evening? was he going to be her seat until she saw fit to free him?

                oh god. was she going to be like a cat--?

                ❝ a-ah. are you - are you comfortable, unohana-taichou? ❞

                politeness would probably be his saving grace here.

[kenpachi-of-zaraki]

@shiiken​

“... Change of pace. Been followin’ you so long I ain’t sure what to do now.”

[glacies-tempestatem]

Starter to: @shiiken​

—[ 氷の女王]— Rukia was visiting the Rukongai. Has been a long time since she decided to do a trip as ‘hobby’ or just to spend time outdoors. And as could not be in another way, she climbed a tree, just to feel the freeze playing on her short black hair, listening to the whisper of the leaves, which were already turning yellow, some were already red and a few, brown. Autumn is really close, however it has already arrived in that part of the forest. Nonetheless, something, or better said someone, caught her attention. She noticed that was a Captain for the white haori, but she could only imagine one person in a woodland. The petite shinigami was not mistaken, she observed how the Captain of the 4th Division was approaching and would rather not salute her.

“Hello Unohana-taicho! What a magnificent day! What brings you here?”

[madaramee]

@shiiken​: ❝ Madarame-san, please do not forget that you are currently in my care. ❞

“Ghk.” Normally, Ikkaku would be adamant about handling his living however he wanted; there was also no doubt that if his Captain was there with him, such would have been allowed. But no matter how he flipped it, he couldn’t hold a candle to Unohana Retsu. Not just in skill, but position, setting and -- honor as well. If he led the charge on a streak of disrespect here at the 4th, he wouldn’t just give a bad name to the 11th, he’d possibly place himself and all his subordinates in danger. “...Tch.” If only Yumichika was there to calm him down.

He tried to hold a training session for (read: let loose pent-up aggression against) fellow squad members, who just so happened to be admitted to the 4th’s Barracks as well. But with his growing loudness, vigor picking up enough for him not to feel the injuries that got him there in the first place -- the First Lady had to show up. His grip on his sword was tight as he saw her, but his stiffened shoulders ratted him out: it wasn’t in hostility, but pressure. The kind he almost never felt. “...Yeah.” He agreed, bowing his bald head down deeply in-front of the Captain; his scalp reflecting light from above. “My apologies, Unohana-taichou.”

There’re only two people in the entirety of the Seireitei, that could bring Madarame Ikkaku down with nothing but a sentence. One of them just so happened to be there. ...Bummer.

[glacies-tempestatem]

@shiiken​ asked: ❝ Kuchiki-san, how are you doing? ❞

—[ 氷の女王]— While Rukia was walking to her house, an unmistakable tender voice made her stop. It was Retsu Unohana’s voice. She stopped, a bit confused. If it is not the fact that she was called by her last name, she would not think that was talking with her. She shyly smiled at her and spoke. 

“Oh, hello Unohana-taichou. I’ve been okay, I’m just a bit stressed after a day of working but thanks for asking.” Commented slightly nervous. Rukia does not know why she is in the area. Maybe she lives in the neighborhood? And if it’s the case, why did she ignore such a fact? In any case, it would be polite to ask about her.

“What about you Captain? What brings you here?”

[behindthestrings]

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I've actually always wondered if her shikai is actually "fake" in the same way that Yumichika has his fake non-kidou based shikai that he does battle with.

I mean, yes, I know very well that she sought the healing arts to prolong fights...but that's something that she sought from outside herself. Lmao...her soul world is probably scary as fuck just like my Shu's, and I bet that if it has her true form in mind--it's just as dual as the rest of her and similarly gives her this option to have a slight of hand if she wants.

So...like in the hell chapter they give her the epithet Death Sword (死剣) Unohana. Which like...yes, she is...but because she's wonderful at blending in with her surroundings we only have a very light flavor at how true that is, we were told rather than shown. I think there's EVEN MORE DEATH hiding in there and in a very obvious place given the mythos that we already see available in other characters who change to mimic their environments.

[thegatekeeperofhell]

Plotted starter for @shiiken 

There was only a few things that Jushiro expected seeing in Hell when he appeared. Though he didn’t expect to end up in hell But yet here he was. Sensing around briefly to see if he could tell any reiatsu that felt familiar. He could feel the gazes of the denizens of hell gazes on him But yet their reiatsu weren’t familiar and some of them didn’t even have noticeable Reiatsu to him at least Though a Reiatsu did catch his attention. One he didn’t expect to see in Hell. Though he never expect anyone he knew to be in hell at the moment. Quietly he made his way over to where she was. “Unohana...?” He called out, only stopping in his tracks a few feet away from her. He was unsure how long she been in hell or even how long time has passed sense his death and her appearance in Hell.

[behindthestrings]

❝ What exactly are you implying? ❞ (for Szayel)

Szayel steps closer, golden eyes alight.

"Well, clearly you know that you're dead."

His lips twist into a lustful smile.

"After all...if orgasm is called le petit mort, the little death, I'm quite sure that you enjoyed fighting over and over until you reached the big one. The true death."

He holds out a skeletal hand and the sharp, analytical, excited focus in his eyes dies down into warmth, recognition, kinship.

"This is your home now," he says. "Look at you, woman. Decaying, rotting away on the outside, just as you once did within. Once a healer with few peers, but now...you're little more than a deeply hungry ghost."

His horns manifest themselves, breaking through fine, pale skin, blood dripping down the sides of his neck.

"I'm Szayelaporro Granz. I know you came into my lands when I was the Octava Espada, but it was too late for us to meet."

"I greet you today as a Jailer of Hell. Beings like us have a place in this world, you know. I'm just sorry that it took so long for you to get here."