#V: I LIVED BITCH; and have a serious headache- ; Leyre Doro (Bleach)

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"Finding someone aesthetically pleasing is not the same thing as liking them-"

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She'll remember that for later-

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Leyre didn't even pull her swords, thinking that this group of hollows would easily just succumb to the claws on her index fingers. She sonidoed right to them and clawed two of them down. There were other larger hollows fighting there as well.

"What's causing the in fighting?" This was normal if these two were fighting over their hunting grounds, or… were these two different factions of hollows? Sometimes they'd hunt their own to continue absorbing more souls. However, she did that as well whenever some hollows got this way.

"Don't cap it for a while, I'm just getting started." There was a hiss as she went after another hollow and lunged for it's head, pulling a sword out, stabbing it hard and fast through the head.

"Yeh? Hell're we waitin' for then?" a grin lit her features as she shot off with a burst of reiatsu in her wake.

As painful as Hyouhakyoku could be to wield, any excuse to exercise her power was sought after. It was always easier to release the beast than to hold her back, and Jewel didn't need to be told twice.

The blanched sands took on a notable sheen beneath her footing as the breeze picked up. The suppressor around her neck kept her presence from being immediately overbearing but it took nothing to reignite her storm.

"Say the word an' I'll cap it!" she called out, blade poised against her shoulder.

The ferals had taken notice of her. She was ready. Eager.

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@despairforme replied to your post “"Is it odd to like both Nnoi and his fraccion for...”:

yeah this is weird

​"...I didn't think anyone was listening."

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Now she's wondering if her resurreccion's teeth and claws could get through-

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"...What are your intentions with him?" ( hi hello! This is for Leyre uwu

"I'm assuming you mean with Nnoitra? Currently, even to me, unclear. But I do want to make it clear to him that he is a very pretty man and pleasing to the eye." This was one massive undertaking, it's like he didn't listen. Or did and just chose not to agree.

"If you're asking if I mean to hurt him, no I do not." It wasn't as if she had the capability. Leyre let out a sigh, she did like the taller man but was dancing around that fact.

"And who are you? I don't think we've met."

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"…Actually, yes, who wouldn't be smiling at their eighth birthday? There was another time that comes and goes, it's even more vague." Unfortunately, that memory wasn't entirely pieced together yet. All of those spotty memories, and she couldn't remember what she even looked like back then. But she was trying her best.

"Well considering he had shorter hair when we were younger… and alive. He wasn't always the way you see him now." Leyre moved some of her hair out of her face and let out a sigh. "This is what time does to a person, I suppose." Time was… a little kinder to her. Did no one try to make friends with him? No one at all?

smiles .

wasn't always the same as she sees him ? fucking weird - it sounds almost like she was defending him - is this what it called , older sibling instinct or some shit ? she heard it from the world of the living before . it could be .. but she also couldn't say much because she don't have a sibling . grew up without no one to help her but having to survive with herself and her alone . having to fend off and eat everyone in sight just so she could survive and thrive to live until the day she could finally die in peace .

the day of starvation .

those time was fucking ass but she doesn't remember much , only when she have done eating some few humans .. perhaps those have pisses her off ? doesn't know , doesn't care , don't remember . all she know is that she was not alone within the Wandenreich anymore .

" wasn't always the way I see him ? how does that fucking looks like - was he smiling too or some ? "

she asked . all she could imagine him with a smile is when he's under and wearing his black spikey mask . he looks - creepy - his eyes squint and it become almost completely black and it looks fucking creepy and also disgusting . she only saw that one from afar though , rest in peace to whoever ended up having that guy smiles at you .

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♡ >> send me a kink and I'll have my muse rate it << ♡; impact play for all ur bleach ocs, wax play for all ur canon bleach muses

Leyre: Impact Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Akina: Impact Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Lyn: Impact Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Ikkaku: Wax Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

Shinji: Wax Play

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

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[from @all-consumingfear ]

"You keep quiet and I'll keep quiet. We don't have to cause each other any trouble, do we?"

To any muse!

(All of the lines were Äs Nödt fitting I couldn’t choose one head in hands)

@all-consumingfear

"Oh, you again."

She remembered the last time they spoke, it wasn't that bad now, was it. "I never got a name-" It was hard to keep her quiet, but she did genuinely want a name.

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"Do acts of service also include acts of violence?"

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Alida was just taking care of her brother, no one else would be there for him. No one else cared, she never understood why. She was a voice when he wasn't going to speak up about his care. No cure? Alida fought for them to get their asses going. Though nothing came from it in the end…

Though, the picture Äs was painting with words seemed to help her out when it came to remembering. She was remembering ever so slowly some of which he spoke, and she wasn't liking it. Despite the fact, she had a decent upbringing and a brother she did leave behind. Was she really this person that he was speaking of? Quincy and Hollows… didn't exactly mix very well.

"The flowers I brought made the room look better didn't they?" She even decorated for some of the holidays. Now she was remembering a few things on her own. "They weren't even that bright… They were just a few little things I picked up from the store to liven up the room." They were for fun, to make him feel better. He was still part of her life back then.

"Don't tell me they took them down once I stopped showing up… As if I had control of how idiots drive." She was still angry about what those in the car did to her, even if she devoured them as a simple hollow. They were dealt with in the end, no revenge left to be had.

"What bothered me was that they wouldn't listen to you the entire time when you were the patient. If it hurt, they should have been doing more to help. I shouldn't have had to go after them about it." They knew what was best didn't they? Well, in her eyes they sure didn't seem to care about someone who was dying. Leyre was remembering after all, just a few things popping up here and there.

It doesn’t matter if she never wanted to leave his side.

It doesn’t matter if she always cared for him, even after death.

It doesn’t matter.

None of it matters.

All that matters now is getting his revenge, is finally doing what he’s wanted to complete after decades of indescribable anguish.

All of it caused by everyone who left him.

Everyone who gave up on him.

And he was in so much pain when that happened.

The tubes were digging into his skin, organ sore and aching from the needles put into him, muscles atrophied from his inability to move, mind foggy and bleary from the hours spent staring up at that damned ceiling- unable to do anything else, since he was alone.

It was maddening, being in there, with nobody but his own thoughts to keep him the company he needed.

Alida speaks, and The Fear tilts his head to the side, gaze still trained on the bloodbath of a scene.

If he could, he’d smile at the Arrancar’s agreement to the deal.

“You have always been too kind, Alida,” The Quincy starts, eyes flicking over to the Arrancar’s. “Doing things you need not do, like decorating a drab hospital with bright-” Too bright, in his opinion. “-decorations, livening up the room.” As he speaks, there’s no changes in his tone, no fluctuations to tell his mood.

All except for something lingering there- something feverish, writhing in the back of his throat, begging to be let out, to unleash his rage.

But he mustn’t. Not yet, not until she remembers- that way, the murder will be much more satisfying, pleads for forgiveness falling upon the Sternritter’s ears as he makes his sister painfully draw her last breath.

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@cinghialefedele, @quintoespada

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🖐️ leyre

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

He had his hand around her throat, and she wasn't really struggling against that. She figured he'd let go in a moment, wondering if this was just to get her undivided attention.

"So you have me where you want me. Now what are you going to do?" A sly smile on her face, clearly this was wanted. She reached up to grab his arm. "Loosen up the grip just a little bit."

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Leyre... please, bad. (contd) || @icybreaths

"Is that genuinely all? From an outsider's point of view, I think you two have been close to crawling all over each other- But that's how I view things."

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It had been a long time since she had been in a fight, so if something showed up, she was going to be a bit rusty. However, it might not take very long for her to get back in the swing of things. She had two swords as well as her index fingers that were razor sharp bone.

"No." She let out a disappointed sigh, "only have some depressed adjuchas and a few Gillian who want to evolve already and have eaten more than enough of their own to evolve." She usually tried to keep them from eating each other. But she did wonder if that was what the problem was? Did they not have enough spiritual pressure or something?

"When I have a breakthrough, maybe we can focus on that and gain more Arrancar." Though, she was fairly certain that there might be another way for them to come about. But that wasn't tested or tried, so she didn't know if her idea was right.

"If you need help picking up what's left, I could help, I haven't exactly been pulling my own weight here." Though, attempting to make arrancar by taking care of them and making sure they kept to their training felt important enough to her. It was quite possible her way wasn't working either and that's why they weren't evolving. What the hell step was she missing?

"Maybe taking a break and helping here will clear my head and give me some new ideas, what do you think?" She felt something behind them and pulled one sword on them as if on a hair trigger. It was a rather large hollow that came out of the sand.

Her promise of protection seems genuine, in that she almost sounds like she's eager for a fight, which is comforting enough for him.

The forest, again... He listens closely, curiosity piqued, trying to imagine just how one would guide another towards becoming a natural Arrancar. It seemed much more like an isolated miracle than something you could instruct others to accomplish, but it also sounds like she's been here for an almost concerning amount of time trying her best.

"Ah...there have been...wars. We were already a small race of souls to begin with, it only makes sense that we're even fewer in number now than before." Briefly, his gaze lowers to the sand as he trudges along, letting out a heavy sigh.

"We're picking up the pieces, still, thus repopulation isn't exactly on the forefront of anyone's mind, so I'm sure King Harribel will appreciate it if you somehow found more Arrancar to help her rebuild the ruins of Las Noches. ...Have you successfully made any Arrancar, yet?"

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