#𝙶𝙴𝙽 » bleach.

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Never forget that this guy's kubo-assigned theme song is "Centerfold"

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"𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙴, 𝙷𝚄𝙷?" Giselle hummed thoughtfully, mindlessly swinging her arms side-to-side. She liked to think she had one of the better abilities. Even her fellow Sternritter avoided her! They'd never admit it was out of fear, of course, but she saw the way they swallowed when she stood too near, how their eyes darted sideways whenever she moved.

But not Askin. He just kept watching as she sauntered closer, the same smile on his lips.

"I guess it depends!"

"How many zombies do I get to start with~?"

“i was thinking—”

askin's tongue clicks against the vault of his palate. wrinkling his expression is the kind of focus he grants unsolvable whims. not many would so happily sit in front of giselle, within range of her powers, for whatever reason. camaraderie only gets you so far. “from one freak to another, if we fought—who would win?” gigi looks at him like he's stupid. he feels compelled to elaborate. “hypothetically speaking, of course! i know infighting is prohibited.”

sc, @naturesbeat.

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Things said in an adventuring party // ACCEPTING » @destrozcs said: ‘ as you can see, i’m not dead. ’

𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙸𝚃𝚈. Nelliel eyed the one-time Sexta with an indifference that bordered distaste. They had spent weeks rebuilding Las Noches-- clearing away the rubble, rounding up survivors, nevermind convincing them of Harribel's rule. Leave it to Grimmjow to walk in when all the real work was finished.

"And what have you been doing in the meantime? Given it wasn't anything helpful."

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@obakeyashi said: One could have argued her timing was impractical, after all this was far from an emergency. Could it have waited? ... Probably. Was she going to wait? With a wound on her heart this fresh, absolutely not. While it could have been seen as rude to interrupt his day as a Captain, he was also her husband. It was nearing noon, and she was certain there wouldn't have been anything of pressing importance going on.

At least, that's what her still tender feelings told her as she made her way to his office. There was no knock as she rushed in in a flurry of fabric, finding her the subject of his gaze as well as the awkward stare of his lieutenant. Seconds of silence passed, and while Renji was not spared a glance, her words were pointed in his direction, "Please leave." Without missing a beat, he did just that, leaving the couple to their privacy.

She wouldn't make him wait long as to why she had made such an uncharacteristic entrance, drawing in a sharp breath before making what sounded far more like a demand than a request, "I want another baby."

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚇𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙳, with nigh impeccable efficiency. As such, its Captain remained where he always did within the hour after noon -- cloistered in his office, working as his lunch grew cool on the desk beside him. The monotony of protocol had yet to weigh him down some century after assuming his post. He worked smoothly, despite his Lieutenant's restless fidgeting not so far away. The stack of completed paperwork soon towered over what he had yet to complete, allowing him time to take that first bite. But no sooner did he set his brush aside, did he sense her spiritual pressure.

He'd grown so attuned to the gentle brush of her reiatsu that it was always there, in the back of his mind; it became a fixture of his days, a warmth not unlike the sun that he could almost -- almost -- become so accustomed to that it ceased to draw his conscious attention. It made those times it changed -- grew agitated, angry, withdrawn -- all the more noticeable. He looked up, a slight frown on his lips when the door slid open in a whirlwind.

A beat passed in silence. Byakuya gave an imperceptible nod to his Lieutenant that dismissed him just as surely as Eri's request. When they were alone he stood, intent on going to her before her word's rooted him in place.

"..."

He exhaled his shock, features settling once again into cool composure. In a few slow, measured steps he stood before her. Byakuya took her hands, drawing them to his lips where he placed a gentle kiss on the smooth ridges of her knuckles.

"...You know I would be honored to expand our family," he said softly. Her, Sojun, Rukia -- they were his pride. His joy. Those sentiments could only grow brighter with the addition of another child. And yet, looking into her eyes, he hesitated. Reflected back to him wasn't the happiness he had seen when they first learned of Sojun. If he didn't know any better, he thought she looked hurt."But first I would hear your reasons." Releasing one of her hands only to bring his to her chin, Byakuya gently urged her head upwards.

"Is all well, Eri...?

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Things said in an adventuring party // ACCEPTING » @jinjahime said: ‘ yes, it’s dangerous. that’s why it’s fun. ’

"YOU AND I HAVE VERY DIFFERENT definitions of 'fun', kagerō-san," she replied, with a long suffering sigh. She could not fault a child for childish whims, but so long as he was wearing a Shinigami uniform - even that of a junior - they had certain standards to maintain.

The Senkaimon opened with a burst of blinding light, and there was Karakura, spread out beneath them. Nanao stepped into the air, barely a hair out of place to be ruffled by the breeze. "Besides, we aren't here for 'fun'."

"So long as we travel on official Shinigami business, we must follow protocol." Adjusting her glasses, she allowed her light scolding to linger only a moment before her expression softened ever so slightly. "You paid attention during your lessons, yes? Do you remember where we start?"

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"𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙻," she began, drawing it out as she was wont to do, "I just thought you should know that Berenice was tossing you some dirty looks at the meeting earlier."

"Did'ya do something to piss her off? Without me?"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 . she solely stayed still , even when gigi twirls around , bambietta found it too much to deal with already . with her voice , gigi manages to make bambietta sigh . ❝ can you blame me --- ❞

❝ you're usually here to say something anyway so spit it out . ❞

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Interrogation starters // ACCEPTING » @krosakis said:  “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?” / for Nel!

"𝚈-𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽' 𝙽𝙴𝙻 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚃?" The indignation of her accusation was at odds with her expression: wide, watery eyes. Quivering lip. A bubble of snot at her nose. Nel swiped at it with her raggedy sleeve.

She had forgotten, in her single-minded enthusiasm, that following Ichigo through the Senkaimon would bring her to Soul Society. And while she was all for an adventure, there was only one problem....

"N-Nel isn't a'scared. There's just -- a lot'a S-Shinigami here, s'all!"

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NANAO'S ZANPAKUTO REALM + SPIRIT

Despite never being able to commune with her Zanpakuto, Nanao was able to meditate and enter her inner world. It takes the shape of a quiet Shinto shrine. Tori gates stand over a staircase leading to the shrine proper. Everything appears slightly overgrown, as if it was long abandoned and in that time the surrounding forest has tried to reclaim it. There is an air of absolute stillness, absent even a breeze. A single grave waits at the end of the staircase. The characters on the headstone have been worn away and are thus illegible. 

For the longest time Nanao assumed this grave was, somehow, a representation of her Zanpakuto spirit. Somehow they were dead, and she would never be able to achieve a proper shikai, never-mind a bankai. Thankfully this turned out not to be the case.

After receiving Shinken Hakkyōken, the first noticeable difference was the weather. For the first time she heard the wind chimes tinkling. For several years this was the only form of communication with her spirit: she would talk, and the chimes answered. Nanao was able to interpret them through sheer intuition. 

The Spirit’s true form, however, is that of a Komainu ( or lion dog ). They are commonly seen as Guardians to shrines, usually in pairs. One will have its mouth open, representing life and beginnings; the other has its mouth closed, signifying death and endings. Shinken Hakkyōken is of the latter variety. It speaks telepathically, never opening its maw. They were hesitant to approach her, and will not do so until after she’s undergone significant training and feels comfortable and resolute when wielding her sword. 

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"𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚄𝙿."

"I have too many empty-headed mannequins to suffer another."

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@cinghialefedele said: Lord Nelliel, do you.......bleat?

"𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂, Tesla."

"Tell me, do you snort?"

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I'm sick but like this for a starter from one of my bleach muses and I'll work on them this week 🤧 Feel free to specify muse or not and get a surprise!

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@deivorous liked for a starter!

𝙽𝙾, 𝙽𝙾, 𝙽𝙾 – this wasn’t right at all. Nel had done everything she was supposed to do: she put her hands over her eyes, counted to ten, even shouted ‘Ready or not, here I come!’. But when she looked up, the Espada was still just standing there. Unmoved. 

Maybe she had to explain it slowly.

“Ya know yer suppos’ta hide during hide n’ seek, right?”

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𝙸𝚃 𝙶𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙷 sincerity from a Shinigami. Truth be told, Nelliel had not done it for them. She was here to help Ichigo, to see that he did not give himself up to a war that wasn’t his own; if anyone deserved thanks, it was him. Nevertheless, she dipped her head in a slow nod. “You’re welcome.”

“Are you injured…?” The Captain stood almost twice her size, yet she was ready to offer a shoulder to lean upon. “I can escort you to the healing camps. Or if your injuries are more minor, I can heal you myself. Though the process is a bit more…awkward.”

"There are no words, but thank you." head bowed low, his eyes closed though his tall form still exceeds that of the other.

"You need not help, in this war with the quincy but for your assistance in the matter, we thank you. I thank you."

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𝙰 𝚉𝙾𝙼𝙱𝙸𝙴? Now that Giselle could swing. “Su~ure,” she sang, a sly grin curling the corner of her lips. “Just follow me.” 

The halls of Silbern were mostly deserted, and what few souls they met along the way scurried passed with downturned eyes. The Zombie was used to such treatment - but she had a feeling this time it was more to do with her company. She eyed him as they walked, the one Ywach had dubbed V. Visionary. Not much was known about him, and even less said, until his sudden release. The others urged caution, but Giselle had never been one to shy away from a little danger. It kept things fun.

“Have you ever been down here?” she said over her shoulder, leading him through the dark to a winding staircase. The steps spiraled down into the very heart of their fortress, an icy prison where only the most wretched were kept. She had to put her thralls somewhere when they weren’t beside her on the field. Giselle’s breath began to fog in front of her, and she brought her hands to mouth to breathe a feeble amount of warmth back into her fingers. “It’s a great place to hide your toys. No one ever comes looking.” 

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@icybreaths liked for a starter!

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 was just that – an art. And Nel was one of the great masters, or so she liked to fancy herself. A tiny tongue stuck out in concentration as she carefully sculpted piles of fine grains into the rough outline of a person; scattered around her were shells, branches, pieces of broken bone that were to make the details. Once she got the thing to stand upright, that is. Her face fell as all her hard work collapsed again, and her lip jutted out in a pout as she turned to the Shinigami. 

“Nel thinks we need some water t’make these stick."

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@de2thletter liked for a starter!

"𝙼𝙼 – 𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙴, 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 is delicious!” The praise comes muffled around her last bite of food: breakfast for dinner, her host had called it, with sweet potato pancakes, green onions, and some sort of savory, pink sauce on top. When she accepted the girl’s invitation to stay the night, Nelliel hadn’t been sure what to expect. The World of the Living was so much more…full, than Hueco Mundo; even an ordinary night like this offered more distractions and possibilities than she’d ever had in Las Noches. And she certainly wasn’t going to waste them!

“Is there enough for seconds?”