#thedemonespada

[allplotsend]

“How are you still alive?” [ thedemonespada ]

[Meme] || @thedemonespada

Tsukishima panted softly from the exertion, and his fingers tightened on the katana he still held. The blood drew a line of crimson flowers on the front of his shirt; he ignored the wound and glared at the creature before him, his lips twisted in a sarcastic sneer.

“How could you think that such a trivial attack would finish me off?”

[hoki-sa-reta-blog]

? [ thedemonespada ]

@thedemonespada

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences, randomly generated. 1-152, ranges from fluff to angst.

“I dont remember”

An empty cerulean gaze stared into the open field with the thought of nothing beneath. His mind was blank, his thoughts vanished. Memories gone. 

“Kira” A simple word spoken and it was the only thing the blond knew. If it was his name, or simply a way of saying hello…..it wasn’t clear and that knowledge alone was tearing away at him. He wanted to scream….to ask for help but no one was around. 

“I…..I don’t remember” 

He looked up as the realization of just how hopeless his situation seemed dawned on him only to see a man standing before him with emerald eyes that seemed to glow within the night. 

“W…who are you?”

[xsoujun-blog]

☒ [ thedemonespada ]

[text] What do you do if you accidentally superglue your hand to your refrigerator door? Asking for a friend.

[i-am-the-kenpachi]

↔ [ thedemonespada ]

The first thing Kenpachi noticed as he awoke was light. More specifically, light hitting his right eye. He glared in irritation; he hated losing those things. It was always a pain in the ass to get a new one from Mayuri. On top of that, he’d have to deal with weaklings shaking at the knees or dropping faint around him whenever he went anywhere. Fucking pathetic. 

As he woke up further, he began remembering the events leading up to the present. He’d been fighting a hollow, an Arrancar, and had just started enjoying the fight. Then, nothing. Black. It was as if he fainted, though that made no sense to him. Maybe there had been a surprise attack, though he doubted it. Few people could damage him that much that quickly, even by surprise. As he considered his options, he began to glance around at his surroundings. That’s when he noticed his body.

So I’m havin’ an out of body experience? Shit. I’m dead.

Moving over slowly, he watched his form. There didn’t seem to be much in the way of damage; a bit of blood, a slight smell of sulfur from cero’s. He frowned. It was entirely too peaceful a death for him. As he reached out to touch his body one last time, he caught a glimpse of his hand stretching forward.

He blinked. Twice. The hand remained unchanged; long, slender and lily-white fingers and thin bone-colored arms. In a panic he looked down at himself, a mixture of anger and confusion growing rapidly. White arrancar robes greeted his eyes.

What. The. FUCK?

[mendingandrendingbankai-blog]

"The girl must die." [thedemonespada]

Unohana’s face twisted in a small expression of concern. “We all must fall to Death’s cold blade eventually...but it is unfortunate that you should think that this young one should be cut down. I can not in good conscious let you initiate such a thing without making an attempt at discouraging you.” 

Unohana placed herself between the girl and the Espada that stood so emotionlessly in front of her. A pleasant smile grew upon her lips. “I did not come to fight, but it will not be with regret that I fulfill my duty to protect this innocent.”