YOUR HOLLOW KING

HAIL TO YOUR KING,BARAGGAN LOUISENBAIRN independent & selective sideblog penned by Tom ♚ ❝ We kill time. We save time. We rob and get robbed of time, we lose time, and we have all the time in the world. But no one of us is powerful enough to stop the march of time or slow it down. ❞

[bazz-b]

oh SHIT it’s ya boy tom

[tureyhueco]

elxfi​ :

                           ❝Hmmm…. There’s a man with a mustache…. Then rather FLOWERY individual…. A man but he acts very feminine…. Umm…. A snippy lady with pigtails…. & then a really pretty boy…❞ They were FAIRLY vague descriptions, but Chiyo had really only seen them in passing. It wasn’t like she’d committed their visage to memory. ❝I’m not certain. I’ve only ever seen the four of them from a distance & NEVER spoke with them.❞

“The Privaron Espada.” Conjecture, but the descriptions matched. Mosqueda didn’t number among those described, but it fit that the Octava would poach the corpses of once powerful Arrancar. A pretty boy.. “Antenor, perhaps,” he mused to himself. It would match the theme, Arrancar slain within Hueco Mundo for Szayelaporro to collect, no work done on his own part. It’s the final identity that eludes him. Inconsistencies that don’t align. “There is only one flower in Hueco Mundo, and they wilted away in a foreign land. Did you sight their mask, Shinigami?”

[tureyhueco]

@trepxdora​ Side eyes skele gramps

“If you plan on standing there and gawking, you may as well make yourself useful, Antenor. You are familiar with how to do such, I hope. I understand if it is a foreign concept for you.”

[tureyhueco]

“Each of the Espada represent an aspect of death. Solitude. Senescence. Sacrifice. No ass. Despair. Destruction. Intoxication. Madness. Greed. Rage.”

[tureyhueco]

elxfi‌ :

So it WORKED? Quantity over quality, she supposed…                            ❝Formerly DECEASED arrancar. My captain recovered them from the octava’s lab & resurrected them.❞ A couple of them were rather MOUTHY from the interactions Chiyo had had with them── while one or two of them seemed rather resigned to their new fate. ❝I’m not sure of their names. Taichou doesn’t really let them interact with us TOO much.❞

“Worthless scraps if they perished. Your Captain is welcome to the refuse.” Yet there was a joy to be taken in the potential suffering of treasonous cur. “Describe them to me. These pests were gathered from the lair of Szayelaporro, so they resided in Hueco Mundo. You are familiar with his station, so I must assume the Espada did not number among the four?”

[tureyhueco]

elxfi‌ :

                         It takes LITTLE effort to put two & two together. He had to have been referring to Starrk. & in the case of WHY he wanted to remain in Soul Society… Chiyo wasn’t keen on divulging such information. She HAD to protect their future. So she would play dumb on the matter & hope to shift the subject.                         ❝There are a NUMBER of arrancar that seem to have taken up residence in Soul Society. My division alone harbors four. Though I wouldn’t say they’re here of their OWN accord.❞

Well that was an interesting development. “Four Arrancar? In the Soul Society?” The girl should no well enough now that lies would be met with indiscriminate judgement, but what reason would she have to lie? The matter of dogs is quickly forgotten, shifting to that of his subjects. “Tell me of them. What reckless fools have found themselves ensnared to your paltry army?”

[tureyhueco]

reinahueco‌ :

“It sounds as though you’re attempting to convince yourself of your supposed necessity. Or perhaps you’ve realized it just as I have; you’re no God or King without souls to crush beneath your heel. You need them far more than they might want you.” Though surely there were those that would rejoice at the familiarity of Baraggan’s presence, Harribel wasn’t the only one who stood firm by her belief of strength in numbers. Hollow and Arrancar were capable of independent thought, but it seemed as though he couldn’t accept that those thoughts were independent of his existence. 

“I’ve long deafened my ears to your pitiful self-aggrandizing. It’s as I said —Hueco Mundo has no need of you. There is no place here for your imposed dominion.”

“Do you need convincing of life’s simple truths? Is that how far into destitution you’ve fallen?” Claw stretches skyward, curling all but one digit to make his point. “Must I teach you that the sky is up? Must I point out every grain of sand and remind you of it’s quality? My necessity seeps into the fabric of this world, you treasonous drudge. Because you are capable of thought, you play as though others should suffer your delusions.” Clearly his absence had addled her mind further than it had always been, trudging in the muck of ignorance.

“Do you so desperately long for a reminder of the difference in our stations, woman? Has it been so long since I’ve put you in your place?”

[tureyhueco]

𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

TAGGED BY: @reinahueco TAGGING: @rosafloreciente  @tigrestoque @senboago

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋:   tired eyes.   coffee stains on the table.   listening to the bustle of the city.   unmade beds.   ponytails.   sunlight seeping through the curtains.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards.   dusty dictionaries.   black and white reruns.   huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock.   hearing birds in the morning.   fireplaces.  falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: freckled skin.   the sun rising.   watching the sea.  taking shots of the city.   historical museums.   bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons.   tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.   staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks.   messy braids.   going to bed with your kneesocks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄:   dark hair.   a little sophisticated.   always observing the world around you. intricate designs.   high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.   dim room lights.   colorless photographs. fancy furniture.   pale skin.  hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.   bitten nails.   candlelight dinners.   dark shades of lipstick.  

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋: chandeliers.   the clinking of a teacup mug.   laced clothing.   modern architecture.   light hair. watching the view from the terrace.   hidden birthmarks.   drinking tea in the morning.   wandering about in an empty building.   botanical gardens.  old films.  ancient marble sculptures.   expensive perfume cologne.   breakfasts in bed.   reading stories about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂:   compassion. short writings on scraps of paper.   blushed cheeks.   a bouquet of roses.   reading collections of poetry late at night.   loose hair.  carpeted floors.   attending operas.   faint music playing in the background.  staying under the covers until midday. the night sky.  streetlights.   picking flowers.   dancing around in silk dresses.   scented candles.

[tureyhueco]

@asobishinshin​: suddenly appears with dramatic flair, his cherished kimono billowing behind him as he cants his head to the side. his hand held the tip of his sakkat and only the small grin on his lips is seen. ' hm, what do we have here? a certain 'king' that lost his way? '

Greeting comes only in the form of a raised hand, a palm of bone ordering the intruder to wait. Baraggan was holding court for the masses of Rukongai, ascertaining their will, the desires of the downtrodden. Complaints and concerns fell short to silence at the sight of the stranger, stalling the proper proceedings. 

“You’ll falter in the wake of him?” An accusation, as much to the crowd as to the Shinigami. Ah, but once attention to turned the to man things become clearer. “You’re the one who bested the former Primera. The new Captain Commander, no?” Rising from the throne of cobbled wood and stone, he beckoned. “Approach, and have your manners about you. I’ve not lost my way, but you might soon lose your head.”

[tureyhueco]

Gran Caida swings on an alabaster digit, to and fro as the pendulum wills it. The Seireitei lay on the edge of this wasteland, where the Shinigami cowered within their divisions and under the eyes of their Captains. Rats in their holes.

Few among them had bartered, in their own small ways, for the longevity of their kind. Even if they were unknowing to the bargain struck with God. Measured allowances and carefully timed adulation. To crush the Gotei 13 would be in poor form.

But the filth that scurried at the outskirts, in squalor and ruin irked him. They were born of the same matter as the Shinigami, no? The same composition, the same origins. Yet walls were erected between the two, as nobility might shun the peasant folk. Commoners ought not divide among themselves.

What use did they have to their liege if they could not function as a cohesive unit.

“You think me cruel?”

From the shadows of a dilapidated structure peered an urchin, gangling and malnourished. Eyes filled with loathing, frustration, despair. The guillotine ceased it’s swing, resting over one of the many bodies strewn about. Had one sired this brat?

“I am divine, child. Take solace in that. There is nothing cruel in the whims of God, only what ought to be.” Cavernous holes turned towards the looming city, the center of the Soul Society. “It is your Shinigami that are cruel. That you should waste in the ruins of their making, that the sheep should die without shepherds.”

Attention returned to the boy, fire still in his eyes, a dry laughter meets the defiance. “One day you might have strength, but wallow in this graveyard and neither of us will ever know.” Hate made way for confusion, ignorance cutting through base emotion. “Gather your cohort, those who resent the Shinigami. Bring them to me.”

[tureyhueco]

East Rukongai, 76th District, Sakahone

An elderly man trembles, hand hovering uncertainly before him. A bead of sweat drips from his brow, eyes drifting from the game at hand to the vanishing corpse at his side. The previous contender. 

The previous loser.

“Do you truly believe you have the luxury of a divided attention, cur?” It had been amusing to learn of shōgi, but once mastered his opponents seemed to be.. perishing. “Time waits for no man.”

[incorrctbleach]

Baraggan: KILL THEM! KILL THE INTRUDERS! NO ONE CROSSES BARAGGAN LOUISENBARIN!!

Shawlong: What? But we- Why would he- Grimmjow, what did you do?!

Grimmjow: Why do you automatically assume I did something?

Baraggan: BRING ME THE HEAD OF GRIMMJOW JEAGERJAQUES!!

Grimmjow: I mean, he could be talking about anybody

[tureyhueco]

Haggling with a Rukongai street vendor.

“Of course I don’t have any money you sniveling worm, I am a King-- Yes, a King ought to have wealth but where I’m from we don’t-- Hueco Mundo, the land of the Hollow-- It doesn’t matter if you haven’t heard of--”

One dead Rukongai street vendor, one free meal

[tureyhueco]

solitariusdeluna‌ :

‘ leave soul society out of your plans. you have all of hueco mundo to deal with. fix that first and then think of something else. do you honestly think the shinigami are going to let you conquer them? are you out for a death wish? because that’s a fool’s ambition what you got going on right now. ‘

“I’ll not warn you a second time, Starrk. Should you dare to attempt to prohibit my course, my wrath will not spare you. The Shinigami were lucky in the last war, I had not foreseen their motive in turning my power against me. I will not fall for the same trick twice. Perhaps you ought to learn from your defeat, what happens when you play at being a soldier.”

[tureyhueco]

@solitariusdeluna​ replied to your post “@solitariusdeluna​: if you came all the way to soul society for me,…”

big sigh energy. ’ just leave me be. i don’t care what you want. i’m not interested in your affairs. do your thing and i’ll do mine. far, far away from you. you got me, old dude? ’

“If you wish to make good on this claim you had best start moving, boy. My path winds through the heart of the Soul Society. It falters at no hurdle, pauses for no whimpering dog. Stay clear from my path and pray my wrath doesn’t fall upon you.”

[tureyhueco]

@solitariusdeluna​: if you came all the way to soul society for me, then i'm disappointed in you. because, one, i'm not your fraccion. and two, you have no business chasing after me. i do what i want. so can you not be a royal pain. thanks.

“The opinions of a cowering mutt matter little to me, but allow me to impart some wisdom in the hope you don’t waste away a complete buffoon. My Fraccion are chosen from a select elite, not just for their strength but their passion, dedication and intellect. You fail on all accounts. I would no sooner chase you than I would waste a single thought on you. Should I ever desire your attention, you will come kneeling before me. My venture into the Soul Society, not only no business of yours, is far outside the scope of your understanding. The next time you presume to address me as though we are equals, I will bring rot and ruin to what paltry life you’ve thought to make for yourself, cur. Do we understand one another?”

[tureyhueco]

@senboago​ replied to your post “@senboago​: chinatsu vc: IM TIRED OF THIS GRAMPA “You’ll have to...”

Perfectly good meme: missed unu

“Me-me’s are for common trash.”