#Qunicy

[dbfcrossover]

Discussion on Yhwatch being the new soul king

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Urahara Kisuke - Short Story: Chapter 2

On that day, you became their allies. 

After every battle, through every moment, you had one goal, to stop any and everyone that supported Yhwach’s corrupted ideals. You fought with everything you had, and so did Ichigo and his friends. 

When Yamamoto died, it was devastating. It had taken a toll on everyone. You hoped that would be the only casualty, but even that was naive. Because bodies kept dropping. 

Jushiro Ukitake. 

Unohana Retsu. 

Komamura Sajin.

You memorized each face, each name, because you needed to be reminded why you were fighting. 

At the end of the battle, Ichigo’s final face off, you were terrified. More than anything you wanted to help, but you weren’t in much better shape than any of the other reapers. 

Yet somehow, just like that, Ichigo won. 

You thought it was an illusion, but it was real. 

The relief of everyone around was almost instant and you’d dropped to your knees, crying pathetically.

No one stopped you, because a few of them felt the same. Everyone involved had lost something or someone. 

But it was over. 

You were free.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” 

You stood before Rukia, the newly appointed Head Captain. 

All the other captains were present, lined up, ready for Rukia’s instruction. 

You bowed your head, ready for your faith. 

Although you were an ally in this war, you know there must have been some part of them that resented you. Not personally of course. 

At the end of the day, you are a Quincy. You would accept any decision, because for once, you didn’t have to run and hide, and it was freeing. 

“We will provide the necessary resources to rebuild your home in the world of the living. For the time being, I hope you will consider staying with a friend of mine in Karakura until your house is done.” 

Your head lifted almost shakily, because this was the last thing you were expecting. 

“B-But I’m a-” 

“Comrade. One we are all grateful to have on our side.” 

Her words made your eyes tear up, and the captains looking on just smiled in agreement. You lifted your hand, rubbing your sleeve against your cheeks to stop the tears, but they just kept coming. 

“T-Thank you..” 

Rukia smiled, moving to your side as she placed a hand on your shoulder. 

For the first time in your life, you felt like you were living. 

Ichigo was the one who’d offered to take you to where you would be staying. 

“If he does anything weird, don't be afraid to kick his ass.” 

You laughed at the instruction as Ichigo continued to give you pointers on his former mentor. 

Urahara Kisuke. 

Walking in stride with Ichigo, you couldn’t help but feel fortunate. You’d not only made loyal friends, but they’d taught you what it was like to have hope again. 

You gave a tug on Ichigo’s sleeve, and he turned, about to question it, but you moved forward, wrapping your hand around him as you hugged him tightly. He was clearly taken aback, but when he heard the muffled thank you in his shirt, he couldn’t stop the smile. His hands lowered, and he patted your head. 

“You’re welcome.” 

When you made it to Kisuke’s shop, they were already inside waiting for you.

Ichigo gave introductions and you nodded to each one of them. 

Tessai, Jinta, Ururu and finally..

“Kisuke Urahara, friendly and respected shop owner. “ 

He moved closer, fan in hand, getting in your face. 

Ichigo was quick to kick said man in the face. His body dropped like a log and Ichigo merely huffed. 

“If you do anything weird to her I’ll kick your ass hat ‘n clogs.” 

You weren’t sure what their relationship was like, but clearly this was normal because the rest of them had just casually gone back about their day as if their boss had not just been floored. Kisuke stood, rubbing his face. 

“That’s really mean Ichigo, don’t you trust me.” 

“Not at all.” 

You were still peering at him curiously. Kisuke merely tilted his head to the right. 

“I thought you would be older. Your outfit is cute.” 

It was just a statement, but he jumped forward and hugged you, laughing happily. 

“That’s so nice of you to say! You can stay here as long as you like!” 

He was laughing joyfully, which just earned a kick from Ichigo.

“QUIT BEING CREEPY!!” 

That was the end of that. 

[almaadst]

You stopped to chat with a weird skater boy from your neighborhood

As soon I as I saw this design for As Nodt in the new bleach opening I wanted to draw my boy like this! It suits him so well (ಥ◡ಥ) Other: Commission info As Nodt sketches Bleach fanart Reference for this drawing

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!

[buildaviking]

"Hey boss! Do you want some boar?"

It seems that somehow he hunted down a boar in his free time. its already cut and diced and spread on the kitchen table, ready to be used for anything. Maybe a barbecue or something of the sorts.

@biskael

[farsight-the-char]

Qunicy in his backrooms lines mentioning he wants to provide education to the orphans and other children who remain in Höllvania.

Such a Good Dude.

...

ngl, from what I characterize about Zimmer, that would probably be one of the most attractive things for her, is Quincy stepping up as an educator.

[my-my-my]

can you request jealous sex with yhwach x reader wife?

What a challenge!! I'm not sure if I nailed Yhwach's character quite the way I wanted to, but nonetheless, I had fun writing this. The only context behind this story is on the theory/headcanon that Yhwach has been reincarnated several times, and as such has been killed as many times.

This takes place prior to the 1000 Year Blood War/before the first Quincy-Shinigami war.

Summary: Birth, death, and rebirth. The cycle continues and you wait patiently as Yhwach returns to you as your husband. But this reincarnation tests you on your devotion and love.

CW: MDNI! Jealousy, early finish, cum eating, oral sex/face sitting (fem receiving), angst, minimal foreplay.

Word count: 2048

The first time Yhwach died, you wept endlessly. A boy birthed to be slaughtered, and you a little girl witnessing the brutality of Qunicies, humans and Shinigami alike.

His reincarnations remained as gentle as you remember. You waited for him patiently through the ages as he continued to grow for the Quincies, yet he continued to die for them as well. Birth, death, birth and death. No matter how many times you intervened trying to protect him, your husband would suffer the same cruelty.

And maybe this reincarnation was retribution for all his prior deaths.

Hatred filled the air when you saw Yhwach’s army slaughter your village.

Bitter was the taste of his blood pouring down your throat.

Rage echoed through your voice as you cried at him.

Yhwach would never bare his emotions so freely, yet you would do so for him. His other half as he would say, unlike Jugram who bore similar abilities to your husband. You were the manifestation of something else entirely, or so he claimed.

But you knew differently. You experienced things differently. You would clench your fists whenever you two spoke over meals. Glare at the soldats listening passionately to their leader, rallying them together to kill Shinigami.

It was too much for you. Your heart would pang as he doled out praises and the very rare compliments to his soldiers. You angrily pulled the curtain away in disgust as you watched the soldiers scrambling to Yhwach’s beck and call.

“Ah, is my lady suffering from a bout of anger?” A sneering voice echoed down the hall.

You rolled your eyes as the vice-commander of Yhwach’s army, Hubert, strolled into your view.

“It is none of your concern, Vice-Commander.” You murmured, walking past him towards your private study.

“But you see, it is my concern.” Hubert smirked, as he grabbed hold of your wrist, “Lord Yhwach instructed Captain Haschwalth to watch and keep you company while he’s away on his travels.”

“Travels?” You whispered. This was the first you were hearing of this. Your stomach turned in knots as anger flashed through your eyes.

Hubert’s smirk widened, “and he didn’t tell you? That’s a shame, he shouldn’t keep his lady in waiting.” You scoffed at his remark and pulled your hand away.

“My husband will let me know in due time. He probably thought it wasn’t important enough to discuss.” You murmured, though you didn’t believe your words, and with the way Hubert looked at you, he didn’t believe you either.

“Leave the lady majesty alone, Vice-Commander Hubert.” Jugram spoke, as he walked towards the two of you. You had only interacted with Commander Haschwalth on a few occasions, a man of few words, yet received high praises from your husband.

Hubert scoffed as made his way to the garrison, leaving you alone with Jugram.

“My lady, I’m sorry to keep you waiting. I will escort you to your study now.” Jugram murmured, bowing to you. You nodded your head as the two of you walked in silence down the empty halls.

Jugram stood silently as you poured over your books, writing down notes, murmuring to yourself as you tried to learn more about the nature of Quincies and hollows. The setting sun dimming the library, startling you with how much time had passed. And still, Jugram stood silently, awaiting your commands. With his arm extended, he led you to the dining hall, where Yhwach awaited.

And Yhwach never did bring up his plan to travel – leaving you alone in your shared bedroom, as he rode with his platoon at dawn.

It had been two weeks with Yhwach away and Jugram’s attention on you. It unnerved you at first, how dutiful Jugram was to you, attending to your whims and even your fleets of fancy. But now a small part of you… relished this feeling, of being doted on and attended to. Behind Jugram’s stoic demeanor was a devoted soldier to your husband’s cause and that included you it seemed.

You were lost in conversation with Jugram, discussing the new book you picked up in the nearby town. When was the last time you laughed with your husband? Smiled and had a conversation that didn’t revolve around the Quincies and Shinigami? It was strange too, Jugram reminded you of the favourite parts of your husband. A wry smile crossed your lips as you remembered old memories of your time together.

It was refreshing… and sad. And with Jugram’s hand over yours, you felt like you were a world away from that life of brutality. But nothing more would come from it, you knew that much. Jugram would never cross that line, and neither would you. The strange, almost supernatural devotion the two of you shared for husband was the clear line in the sand.

You watched through the window of the great hall as Yhwach and his platoon were welcomed back into the castle on a successful excursion mission. A mission you were not privy to. You narrowed your eyes as the soldiers congratulated themselves, while Yhwach spoke to Jugram privately in the distance. You read your name being said off Yhwach’s lips, before he looked up at you.

You sighed and left the window. Dread and anxiety were pooling inside you as you instructed the chefs to cook your husband’s favourites and that his favourite wine be poured tonight. A feast wasn’t necessary, but for some reason, you felt like you owed him that much. You wondered what Yhwach had asked, no said, of you to Jugram in that brief moment you saw.

The dining hall was loud, filled with cheer as the soldiers continued to celebrate. A few words were said from Yhwach as he continued to echo the greater cause they were all fighting for, that this was a small step to the foundation of peace. You wanted to laugh, but kept quiet. The silence between you two went unnoticed by everyone else in the room.

Yhwach had requested your presence in waving farewell to the soldiers as they departed to their barracks. You gave them all a soft smile and a gentle wave as they departed under the moonlight.

“Jugram has told me of what you have been up to these past few weeks.”

You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand, anxiety crawling your body as Yhwach’s large hand found its way to yours.

You gave a nervous laugh, “he’s quite the gentleman, humouring my rambles.” Yhwach’s grip on your hand tightened, but not enough to cause you pain as the two of you made way to your bedchamber.

The door shut firmly, with Yhwach snapping his fingers to close the curtains, the lights mysteriously dimming.

“You must be tired, my majesty.” You whispered, as you cupped his cheek, feeling the faint stubble of his facial hair under your palm. “Let’s get you ready for bed.” You let your hand fall towards his chest, fingers hovering over the buttons of his uniform.

But Yhwach grabbed your wrist before you could do anything.

“Is that all Jugram did, ‘humour’ you?” He commanded.

You glared at him, and in a mocking tone said “I thought jealousy was an emotion beneath you, my lord.” Yhwach narrowed his eyes as he let go of your wrists. “And besides, it’s insulting not only to me,” you snapped, “but to Commander Haschwalth as well.”

“Here I was, thinking you might have missed me.” You murmured, “but instead” refusing to lose your eye contact with him, “you imagine scenarios of things that would never happen. ”What use is the Almighty –”

“Silence!” Yhwach bellowed as you rolled your eyes.

“What did Commander Haschwalth tell you?” Giving him a wicked smile, you began to strip in front of him “did he share with you what I shared with him? The Yhwach of youth? The Yhwach that protected the Quincies?”

Yhwach remained silent, watching you as the candlelight illuminated your beautiful figure.

“No, that wouldn’t be right. Yhwach – the Father of Qunicies, sees all.” You laughed, as the last bits of your clothing laid strewn on the floor. “You know exactly what we discussed, and yet you have the nerve to be jealous.”

Yhwach scoffed, but didn’t look away from you.

“No, you weren’t jealous of Jugram at all.” You chuckled, as you brought your naked body close to his clothed one, “you were jealous of yourself.” You murmured softly, cupping his face, bringing him closer to you. Your lips brushed against his, “jealous of what we had before…”

Yhwach closed his eyes tightly as his arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer. His body grew warmer with your presence so close.

“Do you remember when we made love for the first time?” You whispered, as he brought you to the bed. “The very first time.” You gazed lovingly at him, as his brown, almost red eyes stared back at you.

Yhwach remained silent as he kissed you back softly. His body was hot to touch as his stubble pricked your skin. He pulled away from you as you tried to catch your breath.

He hastily undid his uniform, throwing it haphazardly on to the ground. His broad chest with a smattering of hair and faded scars, scars etched from centuries ago, from lifetimes ago. You trailed your fingers gently over him, taking time to run your fingers against them.

But Yhwach was impatient tonight, as he pushed you back on to the bed. He bit down gently on your neck, before making his way to your breasts. His fingers pinched and pulled on your nipples as you cried out his name. His lips soon replaced his fingers as he nipped at your breasts, leaving you wanton and panting. Out of reflex, you spread your legs for him, unashamed of how wet you were.

Lifting himself up, he watched in amusement as you spread your pussy lips apart from him, your fingers circling your clit. You licked your lips as his large shaft trickled with precum.

Yhwach tapped his cock against your clit, smearing the precum and your juices against each other. You whined loudly, before Yhwach grabbed your throat, his fingers flexing, tightening your airway.

And you only grew wetter.

Without a moment to spare, Yhwach entered you in one swift thrust, moaning your name as you cried out from the stretch of his length. Yhwach stayed still inside you, as you clenched around, feeling him full and deep inside your pussy.

But that didn’t last long. Yhwach grabbed your hips and roughly slammed himself inside you as you rasped his name, almost in a chant. You could tell he wasn’t going to last long, neither of you had ben pleasured in ages, and without so much a warning, Yhwach spilled himself inside you.

You smiled as he rolled over, panting deeply as his thick, softening cock twitched with remaining spurts of cum trickling out. You found yourself between his legs, tasting your juices as you cleaned his cock, while pushing two fingers inside you, keeping his cum buried deep inside.

Yhwach called your name, pulling your hair as he lifted you up. You winced at the pain but once upright, he grabbed your hips, pulling your dripping cunt against his face. His facial hair pricked your sensitive spots as he flicked his tongue over your clit. You moaned deeply as he feasted on your cunt with an intense need. You threaded your fingers threw his black hair, as you grounded your pussy against his face.

Incoherent words filled the room as you desperately chased your orgasm, before screaming Yhwach’s name and cover his face in your juices.

Your body twitched above him before he pulled you down, bringing you close to his chest. Your eyes were closed as you tried to calm yourself with Yhwach’s steady heartbeat helping you.

Yhwach’s deep, baritone voice startled you as he called your name, “that pleased you compared to before.” He remarked. You wondered if he meant to ask it as a question, but knew better than to ask.

You gave a quiet sigh.

Reincarnation after reincarnation, Yhwach seemed to chase the continuous, growing shadow of his past lives. You gave him a soft smile, whispering, “yes,” as your voice lingered with sadness.

Moi je te hais depuis le fond des âges, Mais quand même dans mon désespoir Je t’aimerais toujours bien d’avantage, Que toi tu n’aimes I’ve hated you throughout time, But even in my despair, I will love you much more Than you love yourself

Thank you for this request! I've never written for Yhwach before so this was definitely an interesting experience. As I said earlier, I don't think I nailed his character down, but I personally find him difficult to write - but I definitely enjoyed this request.

The lyrics at the end are from "Le Brin d'herbe" by Brigitte Fontaine, which inspired this story! These two tracks from Succession were also what I listened to as I was writing:

Nicholas Britell - Andantino for Brass and Orchestra in B Minor

Nicholas Britell - Concerto Grosso in C Minor + End Credits - "You Have To Be A Killer"

I hope you enjoyed this anon!

[nonsensetwo]

Sick <3

BANKAI: SHATATSU KARAGARA SHIGARAMINOTSUJI

"Even the slightest use of our powers would cause the heaven and earth of the three worlds to tremble. Because of that, we linked our lives to one another to seal away our true swords. And now, in exchange of three of our lives,the blood oath seal has been broken... Prepare yourself."

BLEACH: THE BLOOD WARFARE (COUR 2) Ep. 13: Black

[bizzysqueak-q]

HI qunicy :D

@e-da-best-bizzy-boy

oh, hi dere e!! fancy seeing youse here!!

how are yous doing? pesticides still hurting your tummy??

[masked-speaker88]

Thoughts?

It's been so long since I've written anything but I'm thinking about writing a long, multi-part romance story for Shunsui Kyoraku taking place after Aizen but before the Qunicy War. It would be my spin of what if someone got thrown into a world they were not used to. I kind of want it to be a slow burn leading into some spice for the future commander. Would anyone be interested in seeing something like?

[dukeofdelirium]

Is it okay if I ask what Quincy Jones said about Michael? I never knew about any of that, but I shouldn't be surprised as seeing as for 'Billie Jean' they had some issues regarding the royalties as Qunicy believed that he stole the beat from "State of Independence" by Donna Summer.

He’s said a lot of bullshit about MJ. He said “Michael stole a lot of stuff. He stole a lot of songs. He was as Machiavellian as they come. Greedy, man. Greedy.”

He said MJ bleached his skin and that he wanted to be white. He denied that MJ had vitiligo or discoid lupus. He also said MJ was obsessed with plastic surgery which is obviously untrue. He also tried to sue MJ’s Estate for money he wasn’t entitled to. He tried to act like he made Michael or was responsible for Michael’s success when he did practically zero work for Bad, and the biggest song MJ ever made (Billie Jean) was 100% made by Michael and Michael ONLY.

MJ went to court and proved he made that song, too. He didn’t steal anything from anyone. If anyone is at fault for a similarity, it’s Quincy Jones because he produced both songs.

It wasn’t even a week after MJ died that Quincy was saying bullshit about him. He was a bitter old man who was mad that MJ kicked him to the curb and found a much better producer for his other albums.

He sued MJ’s Estate over the doc This Is It for songs used in it, songs he was already paid for 30+ years prior… meaning he had no legal right to any money. He sued and was awarded millions in damages, millions he then had to repay the Estate when it was eventually found he didn’t deserve the money.

He also was definitely a guilter of Michael’s because he removed his music in 2019 from concerts and the like, when Michael was being lynched.

Quincy Jones did not produce all of Thriller. Michael did the majority of the work, not Quincy, just as with Bad, Michael did 98% of the producing, yet Quincy still tried to insist on being named co-producer. That’s why Michael ditched his ass. Quincy also kept great songs off of Bad like Streetwalker for example

Some MJ “fans” get amnesia over ppl who’ve done Mike dirty the second they croak just because they’re so called “legends” or whatever. QJ was a dick and he was never a friend of Michael’s yet these so called fans wanna pretend Quincy was Mike’s bestest friend in the whole world 🙄

[lulu-balu]

Also Lulu, p.s. Do you have any headcanons for daisy clutch from steamworld heist 2?

I love that you asked this because Daisy is my favorite, design-wise out of the playable characters lol

Here's her bio from the official website for reference (and what I'm basing these ideas off of):

Daisy has only recently struck out on her own and has been doing all kinds of different things to keep herself afloat. Contracted work, treasure hunting, perhaps more questionable(tm) jobs here and there.

This is why she had to get so good at gunslinging. Some jobs won't guarantee her and sort of safety; she had to learn to protect herself when necessary, and her safety was likely compromised more than she would prefer.

Joining Quincy's crew is the first form of stability she's had in her adult life. She's glad to have a roof over her head that she'll actually see for an extended period of time lol

Very very loyal to Qunicy and her crewmates. You got her back? She's got yours. She likes that she's found a place to belong and she isn't gonna squander it.

She is also excited to see more of the world around her--there's so many places she hasn't been or seen. Who cares if there's danger! she's used to it, just show her more of the world and how cool it can be.

Something tells me she's like. A VERY good dancer and absolutely blows Quincy out of the water in that aspect.

Her scarf's a comfort object. In addition to keeping her warm she fidgets with it when she's antsy or nervous

She has a slightly higher than average peripheral vision than most Steambots thanks to how BIG her eyes are. She very much uses it to her advantage and it's another reason why she's so good at gunslinging

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”

A follow on from Day Three.

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Unohana is not in the best of mood to begin with, let alone when Isane returns from the Twelfth with a silent vacant Uryuu trailing behind. She had argued against it; there was no point in sending the boy back to that place when she and her subordinates could deal with anything that did happen.

But the news of the recent developments with the boy’s Zanpakutō, a thing he should never have developed in the first place, had given Captain Kurotsuchi plenty of reasons to demand the boy be returned to him and the head captain had settled it by allowing Kurotsuchi to run some tests.

So Unohana had been forced to send her charge to the Twelfth, despite the boy being unable to hide the way his hands shook or the glimpses of desperate terror that kept appearing in his eyes. She had sent Isane to retrieve him, who brought her sister to raise enough fuss to get the boy released early.

Her lieutenant had adopted the boy shortly after he came to their division, and Kiyone had followed suit with much louder declarations, much to the annoyed glares from 11’s fifth seat Ayasegawa and complaints from Abarai.

That was back when the boy still barely came up to her chest, before he proved his chain was still connected to the human world by growing at the speed a normal living child would. 

Which was another issue they would one day have to deal with, alongside his unstable bond with his Zanpakutō that shouldn’t exist, his still living family who may come for him, his entire state of being a Qunicy, his rightful hatred for soul reapers.

Out of all of it the unofficial custody agreement between the Fourth and Eleventh over him was the easiest dealt with.

First to attempt to fix this latest trauma, thankfully she had been prepared and called in help.

“Oh no,” said help chirps, when she notices Uryuu, “I haven’t seen that look since I found him in the tube.” 

Yes, since the lieutenant of the eleventh while bored broke into squad twelfth most secure lab and left with a similarly small, dark haired child and an artificial Zanpakutō pushed to his chest ‘because it belongs to him.’ then arrived in the middle of a ‘at that point normal-pointless’ captains meeting to introduce her new friend.

“Kenny found a friend my size, can i keep him?” she had asked, it wasn’t a question, ignoring the others as she pulled the boy to her captain, she hadn’t even needed to add “twelve were keeping him in a tube, that’s a waste we’re gonna teach them to fight, they want to.” given the way the boy had flinched and started muttering ‘no’ over and over in increasing terror until he had vanished behind Kenpachi when he spotted Kurostuki.

Every captain that remembered Quincy were all aware of what the boy was without being told and could also feel some of the changes Kurostuki had brought even if the boy himself hadn’t at that point.

The meeting ended and Kenpachi walked away with two small children on his shoulders instead of one while the oldest of their numbers remained to listen to Kurostuki’s explanation.

By the end of that, it was too late to return the boy to the lab, even if it was on the table, as when they went to retrieve him from the 11th, they found Yachuri walking the boy through foot placements and swings while Zaraki watched with an almost peaceful-fond look, the savage grin he gave them made that very clear without words.

“Little Ryuu.” Yachuri called as she skipped toward him, the name hadn’t changed even as Uryuu grew from being her height to almost twice as tall.

The tall female spirit appeared behind Uryuu, draping multiple arms over his shoulder and across his chest him, Yūdokuna doesn’t follow any of the rules that normal Zanpakutōs do but that should be expected since she’s an artificial one created within a soul that should be her opposite. Even so, the strength of her appearance and the fact that she’s started doing it without Uryuu’s intention adds another issue to the list.

What happens when they develop Bankai when they’re barely stable during Shikai.

She shakes the concern away to deal with at another time and Yachiru takes in the appearance of the Jorōgumo without much of a reaction, ignoring the stare from golden-red eyes and grasping Uryuu hand when he doesn’t reply.

“You in there?” she calls a little sharp, she didn’t like being ignored, hand pulling Uryuu to make him stumble.

“Yachiru?” he asked, blinking at her in confusion before he looked around, she can see the moment he realises he is, when his shoulders relax, no doubt still tense from the moment they had told him was being sent to the twelfth.

“Come on,” she bulldozes past any question he might have, and starts pulling him away “we’ll find you someone to beat up. Kenny says that makes him feel better.”

“Yeah that’s-” Uryuu said after a delay “Thanks.” she can barely hear it but she still hears it break.

Kurostuki made a monster because of his curiosity and Genryūsai wanted her to train the boy to become a weapon against his own kind.

She knows that Uryuu could very easily destroy them all, the unstable nature that Kurostuki made, which in turn created Zanpakutō with the Quincies innate abilities while twisting the boy’s soul into something else.

It is very clear when she looks into his eyes, it’s solely due to the boy’s own heart, his empathy, and stubborn refusal to be anything like Mayuri that prevents all their doom, the boy’s Zanpakutō, has made her wants of revenge very clear since she had started appearing and Unohana is expected to turn that against their enemies.

It would be easier if they stopped giving him more reasons to hate and fear, stopped piling trauma onto a boy that likely had some before he watched his grandfather killed twice and became a lab experiment of the man that he had watched take his grandfather apart.

Unohana once again went through all the reasons she should not kill the captain of the twelfth as well as the head captain. That would be the easiest way to gain the boy’s loyalty, she thinks; she does wonder if Genryūsai has forgotten what is behind her mask sometimes.

But that’s why she has Isane as she watches the boy stop and pull away from Kusajishi to allow her lieutenant to pull him into a hug before he leaves.

She doesn’t doubt the boy could kill him, she just wonders if he’ll survive the aftermath and what it will take to push a boy so filled with mercy and genuine good will to kill.

Uryuu will die to protect those he loves, she just needs to make sure he’ll kill for them and do it without destabilising and taking everything around him with him, if she can make it so he survives it, even better.

[liberty1776]

Another Christmas and there is still no peace on earth. And the proximate cause of that vexing reality is the $1.3 trillion Warfare State planted on the banks of the Potomac—along with its web of war-making capabilities, bases, alliances and vassals stretching to the four corners of the planet. So positioned, it stands in stark mockery of John Qunicy Adam’s sage advice to his new nation 200-years ago: Wherever the standard of freedom and Independence has been or shall be unfurled, there will her heart, her benedictions and her prayers be. But she goes not abroad, in search of monsters … Continue reading →

[hyapollo-brainrot]

HEY I WANNA INTERACT WITH YOU SO LET'S GIVE EACHOTHER RANDOM HISTORY FACTS

OK BESTIE

Ancient Greece and Rome

-THOUGH BLOOD SACRIFICES WERW CONSIDERED MIASMIC THEY WOULD WHIP MEN OVER ARTEMIS ALTER IN SPARTA

-ALEXANDER THE GREAT AND I HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY

-CALIGULA DECLARED WAR ON THE SEA

TUDOR

-SHAKESPEARE INVENTED YOUR MOM JOKES (ty bro)

-HENREY the 8th EXPLODED AFTER HE DIED

AMREV

-LAFAYETTE ONCE GAVE JOHN QUNICY ADDAMS AN ALLIGATOR WHILE HE WAS PRESIDENT

-AARON BURR LOT HIMSELF ON FIRE BY TRYING TO LIGHT A CANDLE BY SHOOTING IT (why)

-HENREY LAURENS WAS VERY CONCERNED THAT HIS SON MIGHT BE GAY(nice detective work pal)

WW2/WW1

-GENERAL PATTON HAD A REPUTATION FOR SLAPPING PEOPLE

-THE CANADIANS WOULD THROW SOME OF THEIR RATIONS IN A GERMAN TRENCH THE THROW IN A GRENADE SO THE GERMANS WOULD TRY TO GET IT THINKING IT WAS FOOD AND GET BLOWN UP

-1/4 RUSSIAN MEN DIED IN THE WAR

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Behind The Mask

1979: The Yellow Magic Orchestra (YMO) a fantastic Japanese electronic band, records “Behind the Mask”. 

1982: Qunicy Jones recommends it to Michael Jackson, who re-writes the lyrics and records it for the Thriller album, but it doesn’t make the cut. That 1982 cut was only released in 2010.

1983: YMO do a great live version for their Propaganda tour. 

1984: Greg Phillanges, who played keyboard for Michael Jackson, does a rock cover version of the Michael Jackson pop re-write.

1986: Phillanges, who also played keyboards for Eric Clapton, plays on the Clapton version, probably the best-known iteration.

1993: The Human League record their version in collaboration with what’s left of YMO, turning it into a bouncy piano number. Is it even a 90s track if it doesn’t have a bouncy piano rhythm line?

2004: Goldie Lookin Chain sampled it for their track, and I am not making this up, “Your Mother’s Got A Penis”. Do not feel any obligation to click on that. You’d never get away with that these days, etc.  

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Batman Animated Rebirth idea

I have this Idea related to Batman, You might remember the old animated series of Batman in the 1992-1999, I thought of an rebirth of it. Plus it was PG-13

1 (Idea of the story) : The Series took place about when Bruce Wayne was Batman for 5 years. One the first year, he defeated Dr Death and his whole empire and Dismantled the Crime Families. However, over 5 years,he faced countless costume, deadly and mutant rouges. He allied so many Allie’s like Dick Grayson as Robin, Barbra Gordon as Batgirl, Alfred, Lucius Fox and the GCPD. Many other even too place before that series like “Long Halloween, Arkham Origins, War of Jokes and Riddles, Bad Cop, Batman 66 events and a movie, Batgirl Begins from Arkham Knight and Arkham Asylum Living Hell.”.

2 (Changes and a few events): This will have a few flashbacks and it will first part 1 episode were Bruce becomes Batman and Part 2 fights Dr Death and fast forward to The Joker. Bruce Wayne lives at the Wayne Enterprises Penthouse scene he was 6, when Thomas decided to became Mayor and would have the Wayne Terminus as the Batcave. I fell like the whole leather suit of the costumes is old so I thought it’s time to amour it up. The GCPD will be have a big building like the Arkham Knight version. The same goes to Arkham Asylum as a Mercy Island as big mansion part giant building. In Season 1 Harleen Quinzel isn’t Harley Quinn yet, but we’ll get to it much later and soon after, they leave Gotham to go on a cross country crime spree, putting Bonnie and Clyde to shame, come back a few episodes later. A few secondary villains that might come once or twice, For example, Batman did joined the Justice League.

3 (Cast):

Bruce Wayne/Batman: Jensen Ackles

Alfred Pennyworth: Martin Jarvis

Selina Kyle/Catwoman and Pamale Isley/Poison Ivy: Grey Griffin

Commisoner Gordon: Jeffrey Wright

Harvey Bullock, Killer Croc, Great White Shark, Few Thugs and Cops: John DiMaggio

Renee Montoya: Victor Cartagena

Dick Grayson/Robin, Clue Master and Few Thugs: Scott Menville

Barba Gordon/Batgirl, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Magpie: Tara Strong

The Joker and Harvey Dent/Two-Face: Troy Baker

Owsald Cobblepot/The Penguin: Jensen Ackles

Roman Sionis/Black Mask and Cops: Brain Bloom

The Riddler: Wally Wingert

Mr Freeze: Maurice LaMarche

The Scarcrow: John Noble

Kirk Langstrom/Man-Bat and The Mad Hatter: Peter MacNicol

Arnold Wesker and Scarface, Killer Moth, Tweedledee and Tweddledum: Tom Kenny

Firefly: Jason Marsden

Solomon Grundy and Clayface: Fred Tatascior

Victor Zsasz and Arkham Inmates: Danny Jacobs

Lonnie Machin/Ararky: Vincent Martella

Deadshot: Christian Slater

Jeremia Arkham: David Bradley

Qunicy Sharp: Sid Garner

Hugo Strange: Corey Burton

Penolpy Young and Female Cops: Cree Summer

Lady Shiva: Gwendoline Yeo

Talia Al Ghul: Astana Katic

Ra’s Al Ghul: Dee Bradley Baker

Karl Hellfren/Dr Death: Anthony Ingruber

Put a comment below what you think of this idea and Put a comment below to put a voice actor to which to be a guess role of the Batman villain?