#txchie

[behindthestrings]

"Szayel-sama, thank you for allowing me to be here and assist you where you need me." @txchie

He pulls the smaller man close to him, pulling him to sit on one of his thighs, hands at his waist, balancing him there.

"Of course, Rin. You've been very useful to me. Perhaps when this war ends...I can get you permission stay forever. And be kept alive."

[behindthestrings]

✨for Szayel (@txchie)

"So very sweet."

[behindthestrings]

"Happy birthday Szayel-sama," Rin murmured and kissed him on his neck, "for it you get whatever you want from me." @txchie

"Hello my dear. It's so good to see you settling in here."

He pulls Rin into his lap and rests his chin on his shoulder.

"I'm sure I can make good use of that, such a magnanimous gift."

He nuzzles softly against him.

"After all, even if you're from that terrible, elitist, shinigami organization...you're worth keeping, at least for me."

[toomanydamnmuses]

@txchie​ from here

He sees the frown on the scientist’s lips, and can’t bring himself to care. He’s sure that his words brought some amount of hurt, but then... Does it really matter? Probably not. He allows Rin to approach and inspect the hole that he’s been left with, an ugly reminder of the fact that Izuru is no more than a walking, talking corpse.

“No. People would have lived, and people would have died, regardless of my own participation. Most of those I cared for were elsewhere. There is no way I would have been able to protect them. The Third Division would have continued to stand. The war would have been won without me. There was no need for me to be revived, and there is no need for the continuation of this farce.”

Ah, now the boy is prodding at the healing tissue. He can’t feel it, however. He only knows because he can see it. But then, is it truly healing? Or is it just an illusion brought on by Mayuri’s desire to have a new puppet? Izuru isn’t sure. Nor is he convinced that he cares, either. 

Hearing the proclamation of gratefulness, he can only snort in disdain. His actions were meaningless, and had made no true difference in who won and who lost. Who lived and who died. His life had ended, and yet he’s still here. It’s meaningless.

He doesn’t even look at the candy as it’s offered, choosing instead to ignore it. “I am not strong.” Those who are strong do not die, especially not in such a foolish way as he had. “I am weak. I was always weak.” He has no desire to live. He only wants to rest, now. Eternally.

[toomanydamnmuses]

'wake up' from Rin @txchie

Your character walks in on mine having a violent flashback and is forced to pin them down for both of their safety. Send me, ‘wake up’ for my character’s reaction/coming to with yours still on top of them.

@txchie

He doesn't remember when he had fallen. Nor does he remember hearing this member of Squad 12 approaching him. He doesn't remember...

Whatcha doin', 'Zuru? C'mon, let's play a lil' game.

He still remembers that voice. That dreadful, wonderful voice, that he can never forget. Breathing hard, almost panting from the force of the visions he had been forced to relive, he finds that he had grown a bit sweaty during the flashback.

He takes a moment to catch his breath and swallow dryly, before opening his eyes once more.

"I'm alright now." I think. "You can get off of me, please. T-Thank you for your help."

[kxrotsuchi]

[Angst with Mayuri]

@txchie

Tw: Mild gore mentioned

This was hardly the state Mayuri wanted any subordinate to see him in. Him bleeding and hurt, but just lying on the floor of his lab. It’d be a simple lab accident that left him hurt,nothing too serious. However today was just one of those low motivation days,plus with him still being deep in the grieving process over Nemu; he decided to just lay there for a bit. However that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt or that the scene looked good on his part.

“What do you need, Tsubokura?”

He asks bluntly,slowly sitting up.

[toomanydamnmuses]

@txchie​ from here

He can’t sleep. He hasn’t been able to sleep since that happened. But then... Corpses don’t sleep, do they? Or perhaps they do, but the sleep is eternal. Either way, Izuru hasn’t been able to sleep since the war. 

He hasn’t been able to feel really, either. Perhaps instinctively, he knows that with nightfall, the temperature has dropped. He should probably be feeling cold. He should probably be going inside.

He can’t bring himself to care.

He hadn’t paid any mind to his surroundings as he had wandered, something he’s been doing nearly every night now. It’s just something to pass the time, to make the night pass by faster. Not that he does anything during the day anymore either. 

The war is over... He isn’t needed anymore. Surely the Twelfth should shut down whatever it was that was keeping him in this state? He turns his head when he hears a soft voice calling out to him, inquiring about the reasonings for this late-night habit.

He waits for the lab technician to get a bit closer, before he finally speaks.

“It’s nothing,” he murmurs softly, his voice barely audible. “Just walking.”

[ask-nautilus-titanofthedeep]

Hey Loser ^^

// ^//^ thank you. Same to you.