loyal.

[[temporarily pacify this hunger that's so cruel.]] autoplay. duplicate friendly. bleach multi-muse. manga spoilers. under construction. betrayed by gore.

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I need a big revamp here

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kira would probably be a vulture as an arrancar.

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new url! 

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Try as you might your kingdom fell,                                                     and all your hope has gone to hell. 

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I wonder what kind of animal izuru would be/themed after if he was an arrancar

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❝Well, well. That makes TWO of us.❞

He allowed the other space now as he took a step back in order to stand sideways. Some may think it’s unbelievably stupid to turn one’s back on a potential enemy, but he doesn’t think someone like this Vasto Lorde will attack unprovoked. She doesn’t seem to be one itching for a fight for no reason whatsoever.

Blue eyes gazed at what he considered to be a desolate wasteland. The blond wanted MORE than whatever the hell this place is supposed to be. It’s not a paradise like he desires. Far from it. No wonder the morale is so low around here…it’s so BLAND! Still, it is his home. Ryo will simply have to settle for now.

❝They’ll eventually leave you be. Simply showcase you’re no team player, and that should do the trick. As far as I can see…you already fit that bill. So silent!❞

.... how ridiculous of him to simply & rather carelessly assume such things. this male was hungry & cocky, like all the others. it oozed from his very pores & harribel was not surprised by the fact, cool-water gaze lingering on his pristine wings that she had expected to be flecked with blood, at least, or dirt, but there was nothing besides perfectly preened feathers. this bird understood so little about barrigan, he would never leave her & her precious comrades alone, until they either were slaughtered under his command, or bowed to his whims. typical of male hollows. 

& she would rather die than bare her throat in submission to the likes of them. 

“do not wander into my territory again.” the blond murmurs with strong finality, completely disinterested in responding to his poor attempt at light banter. clearly he could at least tell when he was not wanted? why was he still chatting like they were friends? 

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Despite the fact that all the crackling ice should have been terrifying, Kusaka didn’t budge. In fact, he actually raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘this again, really?’. Least Hitsugaya was still acting like himself. “Yes, yes, I know, you’re trying to be big and scary,” Kusaka replied with a shake of his head, and then he sighed, “If those bastards had stayed out of my way I could have kept you safe and you wouldn’t have felt the need to…” Turn into the Ice Prince. “Don’t worry, you’re still the master of prickliness,” he continued, “No nickname of mine can change that.” Except that Toshiro had been soft as a snowfall, once. With Kusaka. Only with him.

the vasto lorde gracefully rises up from his crouch position to his full gait, clawed feet gouging lines into the soft sand, crackling the marrow-pale surface with sturdy chips of ice; stance closed off & decidedly on the defensive rather than on the offensive. 

this... man was giving him a headache. this had to be another one of aizen’s lackeys, trying to lure him in with such tempting lies? he would not fall for it & play the part of the fool. aizen already knew he would not join his ranks, even if the soul reaper did posses information that he desired more than anything in this empty little world. 

“I will not play your games. leave.” toshiro demands with a sour scowl & hard cyan eyes, tenor a quiet, assuming drift of white before the start of a violent blizzard on his tongue, like a bittersweet snowflake melting. 

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@abismoscuro @treacheryhearted c:

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after being struck down by aizen once he reveals his true colors, toshiro dies, but is reborn back in hueco mundo as a hollow. quickly he devours his way to a vasto lorde, known among the lands due to his unstable spirit energy & cold aura, enough to easily freeze & shatter most weaker hollows if they remain near him too long. he feels like he has something he wants to protect, but is otherwise lost as a whole, not understanding what even his own goals & motivations are. 

his hole is located near his left shoulder, where he was cut in his former life. & his form over all is just a hollow plated version of his bankai, his claws, wings & tail (the tip star shaped like his sword’s hilt use to be) is his most prominent weapons. his mask only covers his eyes & spikes around his ears & around his throat. his mouth his rather dull & can only help him to eat. 

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all arrancar aus are valid !!! 

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Kusaka reined back his disappointment with a deep breath. Of course Hitsugaya wouldn’t remember. He’d become a hollow, although at least his personality had come out on top. So there was hope. The other wasn’t attacking either, least not yet, so Kusaka nodded. He stood strong, looking down at the other because hollows respected strength and looking weak was just asking for Toshiro to attempt to devour him. Not that he could but… “Yes, we’ve known each other for a long time,” he said, “We’re friends and I would never hurt you, snowfall.” Hitsugaya was his most important person after all.

“do not call me that.” the dragon bristles, hackles raising slightly, like jagged frost-slick rocks. the temperature starts to drop, enough to where crystals begin to flush across the sand & even crust along his own flurry of pure-white hair & hollow-plated appendages. he was not soft like the falling of snow, always a cruel flurry of hail & suffocating cold, how could this stranger speak of him otherwise? 

let alone that his hole was starting to ache by their proximity.  

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to do list: work on pages, icons, inbox memes, & replies. I’ve added a small autoplay. 

[vaememes]

🏰     𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄    𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊     𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐏𝐒   !    

*  A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF CASTLE ROCK PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

❝ Young man, who are you? What’s your name? ❞

❝ Who put you down that hole? ❞

❝ People say every inch of this town is stained with someone’s sin. ❞

❝ I always thought the Devil was just a metaphor. ❞

❝ I’m telling you, there is something wrong with that kid. ❞

❝ Do you hear it now? ❞

❝ You have no idea what’s happening here, do you? ❞

❝ If I tell you something, can you keep your mouth shut? ❞

❝ Most people here can’t hear it at all. ❞

❝ What are you listening to? ❞

❝ Bad shit happens here because bad people know their safe here. ❞

❝ I know, [ Name ], I’ve always know. ❞

❝ Something terrible is going to happen. ❞

❝ Are you the Devil? ❞

❝ How many minions did you have to kill to make that shirt?  ❞

❝ No one else is gonna help him.  ❞

❝ Whoever you’ve got isn’t my client. ❞

❝ You don’t get a fucking do over! ❞

❝ He died at home, not at the lake. ❞

❝ You know what helps social anxiety? Sunlight. ❞

❝ I don’t have social anxiety. ❞

❝ I can’t very well call up a ghost. ❞

❝ I wish I could help you find your client, [ Name ]. ❞

❝ Dude doesn’t eat, except for Wonder Bread. Barely sleeps. ❞

❝ Just kinda walks in these little circles. ❞

❝ You can write me, like, a recommendation or something.. ❞ 

❝ Hey, how long does it take to become a lawyer, anyway?  ❞

❝ You gotta tell him, alright? ❞

❝ Listen, you gotta earn his trust. Get him to tell you how he got there. ❞

❝ Look, I can pull the security footage. ❞

❝ Cool murder basement. ❞

❝ I could clean up this whole place for you. ❞

❝ I’m telling you, this town ain’t for shit. ❞

❝ This guy I know came back to town and it’s really fucking me up. ❞

❝ I’m having a really bad fucking day. ❞

❝ I asked around at the school and they said to try here. ❞

❝ You following me now? ❞

❝ Did he do it? Did he whack his father? ❞

❝ Is that… what I think it is? ❞

❝ I won’t tolerate any further interruptions. ❞

❝ I don’t care about your —- your game, okay? ❞

❝ I’m … I’m looking for someone. ❞

❝ Was it a crime of a passion? ❞

❝ I can hear what you’re thinking and feeling. ❞

❝ Wanna tell me what happened? ❞

❝ They’re having a cat fight down there. ❞

❝ I’m sorry, did I miss something? ❞

❝ I feel things that other people are feeling.. ❞

❝ Things happen, when we’re together and it can be overwhelming. ❞

❝ Has anyone threatened you? ❞

❝ I’ll be honest, I was surprised to get your call. ❞

❝ Stay away! Stay away! Fuck! ❞

❝ Would it kill you to smile? ❞

❝ He has a name, written on him, that nobody knows but himself. ❞

❝ How many times can one town look the other fuckin’ way? ❞

❝ Smiling is cheaper than plastic surgery, you know that right? ❞

❝ Well, you know what? You’re judgey and you have a big mouth. ❞

❝ You know, I never touched you. ❞

❝ Nothing stays dead in this town. ❞

❝ Why would you leave me in that trunk, [ Name ]? ❞

❝ You said you’d fuckin’ help her, why would you say that? ❞

❝ I did my part, now I’m done. ❞

❝ That the cover story or the real story? ❞

❝ We’ve been here before and we’ll be here again. ❞

❝ Never again let him see the light of day. ❞

❝ Don’t let that fuckin’ kid out. ❞

❝ The only thing people contemplate in this town is suicide. ❞

❝ Now I’m an old man and you haven’t aged one damn day. ❞

❝ I can’t remember my own dead wife’s face but I never did forget yours. ❞

❝ I used to dream about you.. ❞

❝ I shouldn’t be here. I should still be in that hole. ❞

❝ Should I let a monster drive off with a boy in his trunk? ❞

❝ Then what the fuck are you?! ❞

❝ You didn’t, like, leave here last night, did you? ❞

❝ There’s a whole world behind these walls. ❞

❝ In my experience, the dead are not particular. ❞

❝ Can I ask you something? Can I see your feet? ❞    

❝ You .. are fucking crazy. ❞    

❝ Whenever I looked down at my hand, it was like it was yours. ❞    

❝ Oh, you don’t believe me. ❞  

❝ It comes and goes, used to bother me as a teenager. ❞    

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The temperature grew colder the closer Kusaka came to the place where Toshiro rested, the shinigami following the pulse of the other’s reiatsu. It was different from before, sharper, colder, darker, but so was his own, thanks to the Oin. Gilding golden with his blood. So he pressed on, his own reiatsu shielding him from the worst of the cold and ice because he and Hitsugaya were twins in soul and heart. No matter what happened, they were the same. Kusaka came upon him then, the young ice hollow that had Toshiro’s face, and Kusaka had dealt with hollows before. Yin and Yang, the arrancar girls, were out there, unable to come closer but watching, and Kusaka did not draw his zanpakuto. He merely stood there, a few feet from that curled form, and slowly, he took off his mask. “… Do you remember me, Toshiro?” he asked, gently.

.... how strange. the vasto lorde had been ambushed before, but this was different; foreign to him. he had not seen such a specimen before, without a mask. was this a human, or something else? & why were his comrades not with him? .... cyan eyes peer curiously out from the sharp holes in his mask to inspect this man, his frost-coated wings parting to allow a more clear look at the other. 

“...... am I suppose to?” he grumbles out in a prickly manner, wary by posture alone. it was frustrating, but something did feel.... off. familiar, even? unless this was a trap of a tricky hollow. 

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日番谷誕生日まであと3日 By Nadame

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ok. i got a lot of feeling about toshiro as an arrancar. 

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Kusaka had been walking the sands of Hueco Mundo, searching because something had gone wrong. He hadn’t found Toshiro with the shinigami, guarding the Oin. Instead, he had learned that his dearest friend had…

It had changed things, irreversibly, and so Kusaka left the Soul Society to its devices to go look for his heart.

Follow the ice, follow the pulse of their souls, of Hyorinmaru. Hitsugaya was here, he could feel it.

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... it was lonely here, ever since he could remember; barren white-water sand & skeletal trees that reached pitifully towards the vast sky above. & even if the vasto lorde came into contact with another hollow, they simply froze to death before he could think about lifting a finger or to converse, to learn & exchange knowledge. food was never scare to him, but company was; a purpose to live was there but not within his grasp. what was his goal then, if there was nothing ahead of him? .... keep going. 

toshiro sits quietly against a slab of rock, thin star-tipped tail & jagged plated wings tucked inward like frosted flower-petals to cocoon his body from the hot wind. just for a short rest he would settle here, then he would move again.