#arrancar=shimmer

[soulless-bleach]

I’ve been obsessed with arcane so I’m starting an Arcane au with the birthday boy

[itjazzbicch]

2 A.M.

Pairing:  Soft/Upset!Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader 

First time writing for Ichigo so I hope I did well! 

Summary: After saying some hurtful words during the heat of a battle, the reader and Ichigo's friendship is clearly affected by this, not seeing each other for days, when randomly, Ichigo come to talk in the middle of the night...

Warnings:  None! Just fluff

Word Count: 0.9k 

The rain in the night fell like sad tears, hearing the drops even while in the shower. Dead in the night, only the sound of water falling as I stood there, subconsciously washing away the soap that covered my body while I relived a painful memory in my head:

"You're just not strong, Y/N!"

"You're only in my way, so just disappear!"

I understood that everything Ichigo, our friends, and myself had been facing, Aizen and the Arrancars, was a matter of life or death, but all I wanted to do was use my powers to help.

I wasn't sure what the source of my power was, but I was no weakling and surely not a coward. Ichigo's strength was admirable. All of us looked at him as a ray of hope.

All I wanted was to help him, so he didn't have to carry such a heavy burden on his own, and that's what he screamed at me.

I haven't seen Ichigo since that day and they may have been just words, but they hurt my heart as if I could feel my heart-breaking piece by piece when those words replayed in my head.

Even after turning off the shower, water droplets were slowly falling on my feet. They were tears. No matter how hard I tried not to think about it, it was the only thing I could think about.

Like a zombie, I dried off and dressed for bed, tossing my towel into the hamper, making my way to my bed, and fixing my pillow. I was bound to have another restless night, wrapping myself with a blanket before I went to lay down and there were knocks on my door.

It was 2 a.m. Far too late for any guests to come, let alone on a rainy night.

With my luck, it'd be Chad or Uryu, wanting to go kill some hollows, but when I opened the door just enough to look with one eye, that bright, orange hair was my first sight, then Ichigo's big, brown eyes.

"Hey, Y/N," He only whispered, some pain in his voice as he spoke, but asked politely, "I know it's pretty late, but I can't sleep, and I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"

I only nodded, leaving the door open for him to enter, scooting my feet back into my room, laying on my side with my back facing him as he followed.

"What do you want to talk about?" I sighed, curling up into my blanket.

He wasn't responding which only made me anxious, my heart racing, mixing with confusion as I felt his body weighing onto my bed, pupils expanding when his arms wrapped me into a tight embrace, able to hear the shakiness in his voice as he whispered:

"I'm sorry. For what I said. For everything."

I truly didn't know what to say, letting him allow his own emotions to be set free as his hold around me tightened, shaking slightly, even sniffling as he continued:

"I just-; I was so scared of losing you. I just didn't want you to get hurt. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. It would be all my fault."

"Ichigo," I cooed softly, understanding where he was coming from, rolling carefully to face him, "I know that you don't want anyone, let alone the people you care about, to get hurt. Trust me, I get that because I'm the same way. But-"

Lifting his head, moonlight shimmering past his teary eyes, I had to look him in the eye, to make sure he knew:

"You don't have to do all of this alone."

Tears began rolling down his cheek as he listened to what I had to say, wiping it away and assuring him:

"I know you're strong. Stronger than anyone that I know. Sometimes, strong people need help too and there's nothing wrong with that."

As a response, all he could do was hug me, hugging me so tight and I made sure to return it. His words from before hurt, but I knew now, that he didn't mean it. I'd never even seen him cry before, so that showed how serious he was. All he wanted was to make sure I didn't get hurt by those Arrancars.

"Even by chance, if something did happen to me, that's alright, Ichigo," I whispered with my voice beginning to crack, meaning with all my heart, "You fight with your all to protect all of us. I'd do the same for you. Even if I died doing it. As long as you're okay, I'd die happy."

Now, we were both crying silently, clinging to each other and showing how we felt the same, eyes shut tight till I felt him pick up his head, hand holding my face.

His eyes were still closed, both lungs and brain not working when his lips came to mine, my own eyes closing tight to shake off the disbelief, pressing my lips a bit harder to feel how real this was, not showing it, but desperate for air when our lips parted, our eyes meeting in sequence as they opened at the same time.

"I just never want anything bad to happen to you," He whispered with a deep breath, knowing what he meant, "Never."

"I know," There was never a guarantee of making it out of this safe when the worst was yet to come, but something deep inside of me just knew that we'd all make it out alright, "Just trust me, Ichigo,"

Cuddling back to him, I took the chance to hold him instead, and he hugged me all the same, both of us able to relax for the first time in quite some time, placing a kiss on top of his head:

"We're going to make it out of this." 

[melatonindepicts]

Ulquiorra x Reader, Chapter #4

Chapter Four; I love you, Ulquiorra.

When you had snapped back to reality after the blow had ended, you realized Saki had been sent into the human world. You had remembered Ulquiorra teaching you about your limbo power, with enough energy you’d be able to rid someone of all their powers, and send them to the human worl- Wait. Ulquiorra.

You bolted around, to see Ulquiorra still there, even more pale than he was before, lifeless. You felt tears fall down your cheeks as you ran back over to him, and picked up his limp body. The beautiful shimmer in his eyes, gone. You began walking, not being able to stop sobbing or take your eyes off of his. “If… I wasn’t such an idiot… I would’ve been able to save you…” you whispered to his body. You knew he wasn’t there, but you wanted to think he was.

When you arrived in Las Noches, walking down the halls, you eventually arrived at the medical bay. You felt someone walking behind you, but you didn’t care.

“Holy crap Kitten, that Saki guy hits real hard..-?” Grimmjow started, before sort of trailing off as he saw you were carrying someone in an Arrancar outfit. He sonido’d in front of you, as his eyes narrowed at the sight of Ulquiorra’s limpless dead body. “Saki…” was all you could get out, before continuing to sob. Grimmjow didn’t say anything, as you collapsed onto your knees, sobbing into Ulquiorra’s body. Your kimono was completely soaked in his blood, that had only now just started to drip onto the floor. Grimmjow picked up Ulquiorra out of your hands, looking into his lifeless eyes. Even more lifeless than they were before. Grimmjow grabbed your wrist lightly, as his Kimono began to get soaked in Ulquiorra’s blood as well. You three… or two… walked down the halls.

~~~~~~~~~~~Minor Timeskip~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You two left the medical bay, as Grimmjow still held Ulquiorra’s body. The staff couldn’t do anything… it was a official, Ulquiorra, the Cuatro Espada of Lord Aizen’s army, has passed away in battle against Saki Karasu. Grimmjow was fighting the tears that threatened to escape his eyes as you three made your way down the hall. Lord Aizen was not able to do anything, so they only could do one more thing for Ulquiorra. Let him rest at peace.

You two eventually made it to his room, which had now been fully repaired by the team of Arrancar. Grimmjow slowly lowered him onto his bed, having a cloth over his wound. You grabbed the blanket, and put it over him. “I am… so sorry Ulquiorra.” You said, shakily. You slowly put the covers over him.

You began to cry again, and Grimmjow just looked away at the floor. You two stood there, in front of Ulquiorra’s body for… who knows how long, before Grimmjow spoke up

“Somethings not adding up.” he said, turning his gaze over to you.

“What do you m… mean?” you said, shaking and tripping over your words.

“When an Espada dies, they often fade into dust, or pure reishi. Ulquiorra should’ve blown into dust, rather than still remain a solid body” he said, looking down at Ulquiorra.

As much as you were disgusted by that statement, he was right. When you first arrived, you read about Arrancar Anatomy, and it stated when one of high power passes, they fade into dust. You slowly put your hand over Ulquiorra’s wound.

“I think I know a way to save him.” Grimmjow said, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“H… How?” you asked, with a glimmer of hope.

“There’s an old spell that was forbidden in Las Noches, it is called the Henkan Sekai, the reason it became forbidden is because it restricts anyone involved to ever return to the world it was performed in, which in our case, would be Hueco Mundo.” He said, a bit of shakiness in his  voice as well.

“A… are you sure we want to do that? Isn’t this your home?” you said, looking at him.

“Well I’m not going to stand here and let this brat die, whatever makes my little sister happy” he said, walking over and grabbing your hand, and then slowly putting it on Ulquiorra’s wound. He inhaled, then exhaled. A glow began from his hand, it was a light blue glow, as it traveled to yours, as your hand began to glow a bright white. Before you could say anything, everything went white.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you opened your eyes, you saw the clouds… actual clouds… they were moving, like how clouds would rather than the ones in Las Noches. You saw a few birds fly around, as you weakly turned your head, to see Grimmjow sitting against a building wall. You realized… It was the human world… home…

You sat up, as you looked at Grimmjow, he turned his head with a soft smile on his face, then gestured to next to you. You turned your head, as your heart shot through the roof, as you saw Ulquiorra. Back turned from you, his beautiful kimono’s tails blowing in the breeze, as the sun set in front of him. You felt tears flowing down your eyes, as you stood up slowly, looking at him.

He turned around, looking at you with those green eyes… with that beautiful shimmer. Without any hesitation, you ran towards him and wrapped him into a tight hug, kissing him. “I… I thought I had… lost you…” you said softly as you pulled away. Ulquiorra let a tiny smile form on his lips. “I thought I had lost you as well.” he said softly.

“I love you, Ulquiorra.”

𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 :> 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚄𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚓𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚓𝚘𝚠 :>

[lunarscaled]

"Greetings," Rudbornn says in a calm, cordial manner, upon approaching Lyric, "it is my understanding that these belong to you; please accept their return."

Rudbornn snaps his fingers, with one of his Calaveras flashing into view shortly after. In that silent soldiers hands is a large section of white scales, glittering, beautiful, and pristine, matching those still attached to Lyric. The Calavera then bows its head, and offers the scales up to Lyric, with both they, and Rudbornn, quietly awaiting a response.

-> This is the second arrancar they have met whose face they cannot see, now. Lyric wonders if there is some purpose behind it: anonymity or security or perhaps they have none at all, unlike most of the Espada they have met. Regardless of the reason, even when they cannot see his face Lyric does not sense malice in the approach of the other ( that's no reason not to be cautious, they think Ulquiorra would say to them in his droning, flat tone. it would be undercut by the most subtle strain of a parent trying to keep a child from sticking a fork in a light socket. he's wary of others, not of what Lyric may get themselves into ), so they turn to him from where they stand in some facsimile of a zen garden on a flat stone. Winds have flattened out all the concentric circles that may have decorated stones and dry trees, but at least it was some moderate change of pace and scenery. There were only so many places they were allowed to go without being chaperoned, after all.

"... have we met?"

-> Lyric's voice, too, is cordial and calm. His gentle approach has roused no fear in them; their posture jerks and twitches slightly at the sudden appearance of another from nothing ( where did it come from? was it always there? was it apart of him? was it another arrancar? was he an Espada?) , and they hold their body stiff for a beat before their eyes shift from cattle skull to outstretched hands draped with a piece of clean fabric. Lyric's opalescent scales are contained within, their clean white color glittering with flecks of jeweled iridescence in a rainbow of colors, perhaps the most this desert has seen. Most are no bigger than Lyric's own thumb, but some were larger and jagged at the edges, where they came off their shoulders or jaw. Lyric has to wonder how or where the arrancar could have found these——the only place they could think they may have shed or lost some other than when escaping a Hollow ( or the 5th Espada, chasing them around just to watch them scramble ) is... ...

... It's better not to think of that man or his lab, anymore. They assume that is where he found these: somewhere in the abandoned wreckage.

"... they are. Thank you."

-> Lyric carefully takes the pile of scales and the little fabric beneath them into their own. hands and closes their palms around them gently. There was no reason to keep them, really, beyond some old witch's superstition about giving pieces of your body to another. They suppose they could keep them in their room, for now. Maybe they would be valuable to analyze in some way, for Wing Bind, or the 12th Division. ——Lyric turns their body and head towards Rudbornn more fully and gently inclines it & their torso forward in a polite partial bow. When they raise their head again they take in the proud horns of his skull and all the clean, defined lines that define the features down to the high collar of his uniform. They lift their head a little more to look up at him; a shimmer colors the vivid orange of their iris, wide eyes fascinated by the kindness and the new stranger before then. ( they think about a fairytale balanced on their knees in Ulquiorra's library: in a hazy dream garden, knowing he is asleep, the prince spots the cursed princess beneath a canopy of roses. and in a moment I am taken instantly. )

"Where did you find them?"

[gallusrostromegalus]

Zommari Reraux is quietly terrified by Tousen.

Not that the man has ever threatened him. If anything, Tousen was consistently polite, if not outright Congenial with him and the other arrancar, whether they deserved it or not.

It's the eyes.

Zommari relies on his eyes- he has hundreds and hundreds of them, taking in the world around him from every angle, keeping him safe. More importantly, when his eyes take in the world, they take the world into his heart.

That's why he calls his resurrection ability Amor- for him, to see the world is to love it. He loves Las Noches, the way the light of the moon and stars outside and the artificial sun inside dance in it's shimmering halls. He loves Hueco Mundo, the sight of the vast horizon of the desert expanding the horizons of his heart. he loves everyone he sees- how they move, their colors, the sight of thier faces! Zommari wishes he could take them all- take everything! And keep it in his heart, where it's safe.

He's downright gregarious for an arrancar, following his colleagues and superiors around, watching them with adoration- with Amor. He makes a point of trying to look all of them in the eye at least once- to see into their souls, to feel the connection- to keep some part of them safe in his Amor. Just in case.

So the first time he looks into Tousen's eyes is something of a shock.

"...It doesn't cause me pain, if that's a consolation." Tousen speaks up after a too-long moment of silence from Zommari.

"I- I didn't mean to offend, Lord Tousen!" Zommari yelped, stumbling back to the other side of the lift from the underground laboritories of Las Noches to the top of the dome. "I was just- you don't act like you're blind?"

"On the contrary, by definition I do!" Tousen teased, dropping back to rest on the elevators railing, perfectly aware of where it was. "Should I be groping for objects I've misplaced? Constantly searching for the furniture or running into walls?"

"I- I'm sorry. I've. I've never met anyone like- well. Missing senses aren't exactly adaptive for Hollows." Zommari muttered. "...What's it like?"

"Dark!" Tousen nodded cheerfully.

Zommari stared blankly.

"...Or so I'm told, at any rate. It's not like I have anything to compare it to- I've been as I am for as long as I can remember." He shrugged, waving his elegant hand evocatively. "Don't pity me- I can't miss something I've never experienced."

"You don't find it frightening?" Zommari muttered.

"Mr. Rereaux, I live like this." He pouted, disappointed.

"No, I mean- I can't imagine not being able to take the world around me into my heart! The light is- Even to those who can see, I can't explain it!" Zommari sighed.

Tousen was silent for a long time, face turned so his neutral expression wasn't quite pointed at Zommari. When he did speak, his voice was soft, small.

"...Perhaps my heart is too full of grief to let any light in."

"What do you mean?" Zommari asked, the chill of dread creeping up his spine.

"Do you know what Bankai is?" Tousen asked, voice light and pleasant with menace.

"It's um. Like a second resurrection?" Zommari tried.

"Imagine if the you that is you and the you that is your resurrected form could build a new psychic ability together- the shape of that mutual creation between you and your soul is Bankai."

"...Oh. Huh." Zommari hummed, still trying to parse the first part of the sentence. "What form does yours take?"

"Mine is a Senseless Void!" Tousen laughed darkly, then pointed his face up at Zommari with a grin that carried a sharper edge than Hallibel's teeth.

"-And I'm using 'senseless' in the most literal meaning. Anyone within is not just blind to light and reiatsu, but they are deafened, can't smell or taste or touch- you can't even feel your own heart beat! The sensation is as close to being dead as one can get without actually shuffling off the mortal coil!" he laughed, delighting in laying out the horror of it like setting the main course of a shared meal.

Dozens of Zommari's eyes had opened up without his permission to stare at the shinigami in horror. "That sounds like being in Actual Hell."

"Really?" Tousen smiled as the lift finally reached the roof and the gate pinged open. "I find it quite soothing!"

Zommari was pretty sure he set a new personal record for his Sondido getting the hell out of that elevator.

AEIWAM Question: What do the various Espada Think of Tousen? Follow-up question, will they, the bunch of dumbasses that they are (because Aizen made them for loyalty, not thinking), declare him their unquestioned leader once Aizen, Gin and Urloquia fork off to see the cosmic taffy pull (also presuming that Barrigan winds up face down in a ditch per canon)?

Bless you for asking this, I needed something to chew on. I'm going to answer these one at a time because the post would be insanely long, and how the thought of him Before the Battle of Karakura Probably:

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Aaroniero and Arruruerie are SURE they've met before, and that they owes the man a debt of gratitude.

It's possible, they suppose. They have consumed and absorbed the memories of so many hollows that maybe they remember the face from a hollow he killed.

At least, that's what they hope is going on.

But they have Nightmares. Not of being pursued by Shinigami but of being the Shinigami in hot pursuit. Dreams of walking through a city, surrounded by humans that adore them. Names and Faces- Rukia and her dipshit older brother, Jushiro with the nice couch they sometimes pass out on after long nights- if Jushiro's husband wasn't already there. ...Memories, of meeting each other, and falling in love. How it felt as natural to look up to her as it was to gaze at the moon. How waking up to him felt as natural as the dawn. Memories of being married by Captain Ukitake, after Tousen had done them the inexplicable favor of organizing the whole party and acquiring wedding rings. He loves organizing things for people. Ukitake had smiled. Especially weddings. I just hope it's not guilt from the one he didn't get to. His husband had frowned.

That's impossible, of course. They know who they are, how they arose from the vile muck in the shadowy pits of Hueco Mundo. They never stood in the sun one late afternoon, to marry, not with how it burns.

...and yet.

There's no harm in being polite, right? They don't mind locking Glottineria in it's scabbard with an audible click when he comes into the room, to affirm lack of hostilities. Or giving him the cup of tea Aizen gives everyone at his insufferable meetings afterwards- it's not like they can drink it! ...And if sometimes, when they've been working late in the lab studying the effects and causes of Hollowfication, when Tousen gets tired and starts to call them "Kaien" and "Miyako"-

-Well, what's the harm in answering in the voices he expects to hear?

[cinghialefedele]

Was there any way he could've topped giving him a little marzipan pig? Probably not. But, he still gets a beautiful, serrated knife, anyway------something that looks well-kept and shimmering, perfect for dragging through the flesh of ... someone. anyone, really. Bound in a blackened leather sheath. "Happy birthday, schweinchen," The Hunter says, presenting his gift with a flourish.

Tesla had never received...a weapon as a gift, of any kind. It was perhaps due to the fact that he had one already; Verruga was always within arm's reach, a part of him, never dull, never forgotten. But this was different; this was SPECIAL.

Verruga had no serrated edge, Verruga wasn't chosen, perhaps hand-picked with him in mind; his sword just WAS. He holds the knife with clear and silent awe, leather of his gloves carefully admiring the handle, blade, and sheath, single eye flickering up, as if still in disbelief that such a thing was just for him. Part of him felt unworthy, in a way. It was a bit odd, to consider, a Quincy gifting an Arrancar like him a weapon. Something to kill with, and kill with Tesla shall.

After another beat, a soft chuckle bubbles up from his throat, and Tesla smiles, elated.

"Thank you, Quilge! I'm a little surprised you knew! I'll cherish this gift, always."

[keikakudori]

A smile knife-thin & just as sharp. So this was the infamous man he’d heard so much about! “I was expecting more from you. Your own soldier’s blood stains these lands & what have you to show for it? A decaying palace? A wasteland?” The Quincy gave a deep, mocking laugh. “How disappointing.”

there are few things in the world which can ever truly seem to get beneath the skin of aizen sousuke but one of those things has ever and always been rudeness. here in these ivory sands, regarding the remains of las noches -- this realm is his. here he was god-king, leader of the espada, the predator prime amongst those who were themselves predators in turn. here, in a land of numerous hollow, three shinigami had taken their time -- and they had ruled. here, in a realm where numerical superiority could have overwhelmed even their power, their vast reserves -- here was where aizen sousuke had laid claim to the hollow and to the land alike. had they never questioned it, questioned how three shinigami could live and thrive amongst their dark inversions? he doubted anyone had, but true -- it was not the first time that he had ever found himself underestimated either. very well then. it was not so unusual to have that happen --- especially not from a quincy. yet how that brown eye narrowed slightly, lips uncovered pressing together into a thinned line of pink while he studied the unknown man. quincy -- the scent of his reiatsu told aizen that much, the cloying dry taste somehow chalky and bitter on his tongue. ishida uryu had not been scented like this; his had been something pleasant, fragrant. the quincy standing before him did not have that same resonance to the scent and taste of his power. strange. subtle differences, but it would have been akin to trying to describe differences in texture or variations in color to someone who was sense-blind in some regard or fashion. an innate thing, something he had spoken of to his right hand before, and how he yearned for that taste of cold citrus and chilled fog. he missed it. and he was, truthfully, keeping his silence whilst he regarded the man who stood there, dressed all in white. he had worn white, once -- white upon white with black trim. a choice deliberate. here he saw accents of gold and more. ❝ and what does it matter to a quincy? ❞ the suddenness of that rich baritone might be shocking after the stillness of the black-clad form and the silence which he had offered up until now. ❝ i find it strange that your kind would come here, after all. the palace still stands and there is more life here than you could ever appreciate. ❞ where was hallibel--? he had not slain her and he was certain that once inoue orihime had been returned to karakura town, she would have helped those she could and hallibel had likely been amongst them. he had discarded his tres -- but he had not broken her. ❝ these lands are not yours to touch, bowman, nor yours to claim. this realm was mine before and it is mine now. the arrancar, las noches -- they belong to me. ❞ god-king he had been and the hollow his subjects, his throne a thing of blocky basalt and he had usurped one who had ruled here before. aizen did not move, but shimmering particles of white sand seemed to vibrate and rub against one another though there was no wind, a whispering rushing hiss of noise that was spreading outwards from the man who had once been but shinigami. no more, though -- no more. the air was curling thick around them both, a palpable MENACE STARTING TO SNARL UPON THE DOME OF THE ATMOSPHERE. there was a difference to that reiatsu -- a coldness which yawned like the pelagic zone of the oceans, the abyssal darkness where pressures untold could crush a man between two beats of his heart. shinigami he had once been -- and now? what was aizen sousuke now? ❝ i do not appreciate rude tongues nor mocking graces. it seems that no one has ever dared to teach you manners. perhaps i shall take it upon myself to rectify that. ❞

[uraharashouten]

@sphaeraa​​ answered:

@uraharashouten [ for Ururu ~ ]

[ UNPROMPTED ASKS | ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! ]

            "And it seems dangerous for you to be snooping."

             And while he spoke to her simple out of regard, he did not pay further mind, the rest of him remaining adamantly facing away, observing a ribbon-streak of raw energy particles on display patiently.              They shimmered and glinted in the pseudo sunlight, vertical in their positioning, and but only a couple of feet away from where he stood.              "What do you want? Did Kisuke send you...?"

“No.” She does not feel the need to elaborate. She’s here of her own accord, drawn by her sense of... something. The Hogyoku doesn’t register as a danger the way Hollows or Arrancar do. Not like they do. Yet it impresses upon her senses something else, something other; something she’s compelled to watch closely. To observe. To... analyze...

“And maybe. We’ll see.” 

Impulsively, she rushes forward, hand outstretched, plunging it into the particle stream.

[biskael]

THE SIGHT MOTIONS OF A SMILE REMAIN , etched into Quilge’s face . staring down into the forsaken form of his Arrancar guest . utterly melancholic , flesh white as bone , an empty-eyed stare , voice the cold depth of a grave . hardly what he would call imposing , were it not for the crush of reiatsu that loomed , a chasm . a direct counter to his own : writhing chains & hungry hooks , the executioner’s blade . he’d never seen this one before , but had heard enough from Celeste to know that only such a desolate being could have been him . her supposed moon and stars ; far too mythical a thought for someone so … empty . so the hunter thought , anyway ------ more akin to staring into the blackened pit of nothingness than a being . more akin to listening to the silence of oblivion as he speaks .  the man turns his head just so , a touch , the blood-red of his lenses glinting in the dark moonlight . looks over the dead bodies . torn apart , crimson innards spilled and left to ruination . to be consumed . it hadn’t bothered him , not in the slightest . what annoyed him the most was being interrupted . she was the last person he’d expected to be the cause of it all .

     that damned bird girl , he thinks , looking over the viscera of his men . unfeeling in his own right .

    leather creaks . his hand grips at the spear , then loosens . as much as the idea of a fight with this one sounds enticing , it would likely be his last . and Quilge wasn’t counting on that to happen here , his teeth slightly grit at the thought . he isn’t stupid . and there was once a time when he’d thought that showing mercy was unfathomable , and yet , how things had changed . he himself , though short , is granted another mercy . but , in the hollow , abysmal eyes of this demon , ever would the hunter know himself to be an angel . that darkness could swallow all , and there would be swords to strike through it , gleaming and powerful . for Quilge Opie is no mortal man anymore ; he’d ceased to be one long ago , unknowing and locked away . the key thrown afar for none to ever find . and damn those who’d thought him otherwise . golden , shimmering angel . divinely wrought . justice . punisher of the wicked .

    “ YOU DO NOT GIVE ORDERS TO ME , ARRANCAR , and yet … I really doubt that I have much of a choice in this matter . I must congratulate you . ”   measured , Quilge speaks among the susurrus of scarlet death , his words finely sharpened points .  the jailer cants his head .    “ you desire her enough to kill . how touching , indeed . ”     slight is the warble before reishi hums through the silence . finely tempered souls . unending , the crackling of life & what was once life . everything was changing .

    space twists from the realm of the dead . the jailer need not raise his hand nor chant a spell ; shards of blue shattered , superimposed before the eye . his power was even his will . every cell of crushed souls , his to keep or kill . the portal changes once more .

    his hand reached towards the vortex , and his gaze flickers to the Espada .   “ Not that I desire to have my life ended here , particularly by the likes of you … She’s an odd , and quite frankly , tiresome one , in the case of my dealings . I’ve even forgotten why I’d captured her ----- if that was even the purpose . if only she'd listen to me . then again , i have a low tolerence for pascifism , anyhow .

you may have your woman back . "

    he is quiet a moment , and the vortex shows a lone nest , awash in white .

“ Celeste ? Wake up . There’s someone here for you . ”

Ulquiorra in no way considers himself a creature of patience, any possible mood to humor already nil by the time the Quincy he'd been searching for had shown his face. Blood-stained white uniforms almost mirror each other, the Arrancar's eyes shifting acutely from the point of his spear to the sharp features of the man himself. A beast, compared to the others of Quilge's kind that Ulquiorra had faced, that much was clear by simply the manner in which he presented himself.

Finally, he says, as though he had been expecting him, waiting for the Fourth's arrival, and Ulquiorra could not care less how he had heard of him if it wasn't from his beloved herself. He offers pleasantries, speaking so casually to the Arrancar, it near irritates him. Humans and any of their ilk that thought them greater than their kin acted so precocious. Mention of Celeste causes the slightest furrow of his brow, head moving ever so slightly as he stares him down across the way.

"You seem to be mistaken, Quincy. There will be no seeing; this is not a negotiation. You will bring her to me. Now. Celeste shall be returned to my side, where she belongs, and then perhaps, if she is indeed alive and well, and if I am in a forgiving mood, will consider our exchange of words through, and grant you and your remaining men mercy."

[ardenssolis]

@arrrancat​​ said (inbox):

Leans into touch. Is he purring? Maybe a little bit.

     AH, WHAT GENTLE PURRS. How pleasing it was to hear, and even more so coming from this ferocious feline. There was a wildness there, not like Grimmjow's (none could probably be as wild as he was), yet present nonetheless as fingers continued their gently caresses over the bright stripes upon equally soft skin. ❝Mm, you are unused to a hand that does not intend on harm.❞ It was an observation without a hint of pity or sympathy, one that came easily when he considered that Arrancar fought and fought within their respective places. It was a game of survival in that bleak landscape they called a home, one that Ozymandias knew to an extent due to living in a desert, though never fully so since he had once lived near lush trees and shimmering waters. Regardless, even the most vicious of beasts would purr or growl just as calmly beneath honest touch.

[divineslcyer]

“ get up. you’re not done. ”

@diejagd - Battle time

How long has it been since she's tasted her own blood? She felt it ooze from her lips as she coughed, grasping her injured side as it seized in pain. Oh yes, she prided herself on knowing how to take a hit but damn this BEASTS punches was something else.

It made her blood burn. It stirred at the embers of her soul.

{ Is this.. how you wish to fall? }

She could hear the croon in her mind, the essence of the weapon she refused to draw as she gathered her reiatsu and balanced herself back to the balls of her feet. Heat began to crackle around her, simmering across her skin. The Arrancar that stood before her, kept his piercing blue eyes narrowed on her form. A flicker of interest coming and going when the tips of her hair deepened in color.

He vanished, and she sensed him just as he manifested again by her right, foot swinging at her arm as she raised it to block. The impact cracked at the ground and their surroundings, she flew yards and crashed past concrete and buildings.

{ .... Is this how the end will be?}

In truth, going out in battle suited her fine. It was better then the alternatives she'd thought of once in the past. She forced her leg up, kicking the chunk of a wall off her form as she stepped out of the rubble. Her arm was broken, she had felt her bone break with the impact of his leg. Damn that brute strength.

She stumbled, falling to her knee and slamming her blade to the ground to hold her upright. Shit--when had she drawn it?

“ Get up. you’re not done. ”

No... She wasn't done was she? More heat began to crackle from her skin, and her eyes flickered in shade. She slowly raised her head, blood spilling from her temple, down her jaw. Every nerve in her body felt as if it was on fire.

{ Call us... }

Her grip tightened on the hilt of her sword, flames sparking from its metal as she felt the final restraints in her soul tether away. The beads in her hair cracking, shattering as they fell to the ground.

“ Burn... ” Flames began to lick at her hands, “ Until...” Her eyes brimmed gold, and she felt invisible claws hover around her neck. “ ...Ash remains ”

A red light shimmered around her shoulders, bled into her hair as her own beast's dark chuckle echoed within her ears. “ Houou. ”

Heaven and hell couldn't help her now--and if she dies, she'll die with her sword drawn.

[ksmile1313]

Stepping up the game 🔝 

I present you the primera etapa of Orihime "Bind Hada" 💝🦋 

 & 

 Rukia " dance luna blanca"🌬️❄️🌚 More under the cut ;3

Orihimes Resurreccion is Hada which is in English fairy 🦋 

In my Arrancar Design I already said I want Orihime to look like a fairy and now SHE HAS BECOME ONE 💘  I choose "bind" because of her wish to bind 2 hearts together just like the rain does with the sky and the earth 💝 

 And I like to imagine that whatever she touches life begins to flourish again 🌱 the sand and trees in hueco mundo had definitely also a past ! Nothing can't come from nothing x3 (I know the trees are not real trees but some sort of structure, but let me live with my hc 😭😭🙏🙏) 

 So everybody who sees her would never think she's "evil". She rather looks like a kindhearted fairy / goddess 💕 But as soon as she attacks ^^'... all I'm gonna say is good luck surviving x'D 

 I know that the resurreccion is usually based on an existing animal but I wanted Orihime & Rukia to be special (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ they are the new, greater generation of Arrancars 💪 

 Why is Rukia Nr 0 but Orihime Nr 4 and not Nr 1 you might ask ? Hehe well that is because aizen distributed the ranks by physical fighting power and while Orihime is by far the greater being than the rest of the espadas, her real strength does not lie in physical fighting, but in her godlike ability to reject events ! But don't get me wrong she's espada nr.4 for a reason 😂 and it doesn't mean she wouldn't win against espadas higher rank! You don't have to be the strongest to win a fight! It's all about tactic and using your abilities precisely to win over the other x3

And Orihime has just as Rukia a secret fufufu this will be revealed later tho x'D I'm going to draw a mini comic to explain it !!! I already sketched it out ! 10 pages 😭😭😭 wish me power 😭😭🙏🙏🙏

Now to Rukia 😊 

 Rukias resurreccion is luna blanca, meaning white moon 🌚 

I picked out dance, because of her zanpakuto as shinigami 💙 I love the concept of "dances" as attacks 💘 Meaning when she fights, it looks so graceful & beautiful that it could be a dance 💃 Every movement is flowing and connected to the other 💞 The ice crystals around her reflect the light, so she also appears to be like a shimmering diamond 💎 She's definitely a sight no one will forget ✨ 

As you might have noticed her "animal" appears to be a white deer, but if you look closely you notice, that these are ice crystals once again and not her mask !! She wants to keep the fassade to be like the rest, but her secret will be revealed in her 2nd etapa! Sadly I doubt that I get to draw her, so I will tell you now �� 

When she transforms into her strongest form, she completely looses her mask and it becomes apparent who she really is ! Just like Orihime she isn't bound by an animal. She is something far greater than any animal or mystical creature, because she is the personification of the MOON OF HUECO MUNDO itself!!! 🌚 ✨  I thought that if there are "animal" based arrancars, it'd be cool to have arrancars evolved beyond animals x3 (I know that in canon bleach this would probably be impossible and it is very extra xD haha but once again let me live with my hc 😭😭🙏🙏) 

 So Rukia is the strongest at moonshine and surpasses everyone at full moon🌛But Aizen doesn't know of this !! No one knows uwu This is a secret she keeps well hidden 🙈 And no eyes have been blessed to see her 2nd etapa "moon" form except ichigos . He's a lucky guy 😂🍀 well or maybe not so lucky, cause when she's in her 2nd form she's so strong, that she could wipe out a whole city with barely moving a finger 😂😂 she's gorgeous but devastating ////

Hope you like it even tho it is very extra xD haha but when I adore characters I like them to be special 🙈🎊💞 and I'm aware that their designs look very much like fantasy and not primera etapas xD haha but I couldn't help myself 😭😭 

 Let 👏these 👏 girls👏 be👏 the👏 goddesses👏 they👏 deserved👏 to👏 beeeee 🙏🙏🙏💕💕💕 

 (And this should have been posted last week saturday, but I accidentally deleted rukias file ; ; the pain and frustration that followed were tremendous T-T ) 

 Twitter / IG / Da / Pixiv / Da / Yt / ko-fi / redbubble :ksmile1313

[fractempyreal]

holds up a strawberry.

𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 ,  𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 .      He peers at the red berry whose green stem remains firmly pinched between Grimmjow’s fingers .   IS HE MERELY SHOWING IT TO HIM , OR OFFERING ?  The look in Grimmjow’s eyes gives him enough information  (  CURIOUSLY WATCHING ,  DESIRING TO SEE HOW VERGIL WOULD REACT  ) .  That’s enough for him to bend down ,  TAIL LIGHTLY TWITCHING BEHIND HIM IN INTEREST  before maw opens  (  ROWS OF NEEDLE-LIKE TEETH ENOUGH TO UNSETTLE ANYONE  ) .  He hovers ,  waiting for any sign of discomfort .  A twitch ,  or rocking onto his heel at the nearness of the Devil ,  BUT NOTHING COMES .  There’s no smile ,  but silver shimmer in already glowing gaze denotes amusement ,  leaning forward even further BEFORE JAW BEGINS TO CLOSE .  Finely maneuvered control ,  teeth only softly grazing tips of fingers  (  NOT EVEN SO MUCH AS PIERCING SKIN  )  as they close around the strawberry ,  A FINE SNAP OF STEM AS HE PULLS AWAY .  

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄  𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘  𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 ,        a burst of flavor as he presses against the top of his mouth .  THERE’S A CONTENT HISSING THAT ESCAPES HIM when he swallows the berry ,  directing glowing gaze back towards Grimmjow  (  ONE COULD EVEN ASSUME HE WAS SMILING  ) .  Face drawing closer to the arrancar ,  PLANE OF BROW BUMPING AGAINST GRIMMJOW’S FOREHEAD ,  jaw dropping open slightly with words escaping him  (  DISTORTED ,  YET SOFT ALL THE SAME  ) .

                                     ❛    Mm——- tasty .    ❜

                    @destructivour

[tuliharja]

A Whole New World

-At the Las Noches-

 (Recently Kaguya Ōtsutsuki came to Hueco Mundo and met Sōsuke Aizen, which has started between the two of them friendship and maybe something more…)

Kaguya: *Is combing her hair when suddenly Aizen appears.*

 Aizen: *Reaches his hand for Kaguya.* “I can show you the world Shining, shimmering splendid Tell me, goddess, now when did You last let your heart decide?”

 Kaguya: *Looks thoughtfully down.*

 Aizen: *Lifts Kaguya’s chin up, just so their eyes meet.* “I can open your eyes Take you wonder by wonder Over sideways and under On a magic Menos ride”

 Kaguya: *Blinking gazes now down as they’re actually top of a Menos.* Umm…Sōsuke…

 Aizen: *Places his finger top of her lips.* Hush, the next stanza is about to start.

 Zommari: *Tries to throw flower petals toward them, while Nnoitra is holding ladders.*

 Nnoitra: *Looks to the side.* Tch.

Szayelaporro: *Is holding an extra flower basket.*

Lilynette: *Tries to shake Starrk awake.* Starrk! You’ll miss the song!

 Starrk: *Merely snores.*

 Aizen: “A whole new world A new fantastic point of view No one to tell us no Or where to go Or say we're only dreaming!” *Opens garganda to Soul Society where the Menos walks and starts stomping down buildings and shinigamis. Behind them follows Aizen’s arrancar army.*

 Kaguya: *Eyes start now glow lightly from excitement.* “A whole new world~ A dazzling place I never knew”

 Yamamoto: Everybody! It’s Aizen and…a rabbit woman?

 Soi Fon: *Sweat drops slightly.* And they’re singing?

 Hisagi: Where is my camera?! *Frantically manner looks for his camera.*

Kaguya: *Throws her arms high in the air.* “But when I'm way up here It's crystal clear That now I'm in a whole new world with you!” *Smiling looks at Aizen.*

 Grimmjow: Where is Kurosaki?!

 Aizen: *Throws with his tea mug Grimmjow.*

 Grimmjow: *Rubs his head annoyed manner.* That hurt!

 Ulquiorra: *Smacks Grimmjow to head.* Silence.

 Aizen: “Now I'm in a whole new world with you...” *Gazes deeply into Kaguya’s eyes.*

 Gin: Aww…*Wipes a fake tear away from his eye.* Reminds me from Ran-chan and-…*Shivers slightly as suddenly behind him are both Rangiku and Kira.* Um…*Quickly shunpoes away.*

 Rangiku: Gin!

 Kira: Ichimaru-taichou!

 Kaguya: “Unbelievable sights Indescribable feeling Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling Through an endless diamond sky…” *Looks around the Soul Society as the Menos keeps going on.*

 Random Shinigami: Aaaah! *Gets stomped by Menos.*

 Kaguya: “A whole new world!”

 Rukia: Where is Ichigo?!

 Aizen: “Don't you dare close your eyes”

 Renji: I don’t know!

Kaguya: “A hundred thousand things to see”

 Byakuya: Rukia, did you call him?

 Aizen: “Hold your breath, it gets better”

 Rukia: *Looks shocked her brother as she realizes she didn’t.*

Kaguya: “I'm like a shooting star I've come so far I can't go back to where I used to be…” *Leans now closer to Aizen.*

 Toshiro: Is NO-ONE seriously not going to do anything?!

 Aizen: “A whole new world”

 Momo: *Has tears in her eyes.* Aizen-taichou…why you never sang to ME?!

 Kaguya: “Every turn a surprise”

 Toshiro: *Looks shocked Momo, before he grits his teeth.* That’s it! BANKAI! Daiguren Hyōrinmaru!

Aizen: “With new horizons to pursue” *Glances now to the side as Toshiro flies toward them with high-speed.*

 Kaguya: “Every moment, red-letter” *Merely sends a bone-like arrow toward him that shatters his ice-wing, making him to crash down to the ground.*

 Aizen: *Pulls Kaguya to his lap.* The next stanza…

 Kaguya: Ah! *Smiling nods her head.*

Aizen and Kaguya: *Sing now together.* “I'll chase them anywhere There's time to spare Let me share this whole new world with you!”

 Komamura: *Howls now to this.*

 Aizen: “A whole new world”

 Kaguya: “A whole new world”

 Mayuri: Tch! *Scowls to this.* How annoying.

Aizen: “That's where we'll be”

 Kaguya: “That's where we'll be”

 Mayuri: We already got the point! Move already to the ending!

 Unohana: How delightful this song is making even you, Kurotsuchi-taichou, moved. *Gives him smile.*

 Mayuri: *Merely pulls away, while ‘tching’.*

Aizen: “A thrilling chase”

 Kenpachi: A chase? Count me in!

 Unohana: *Gives him one of her ‘scary’ smiles.* Zaraki-taichou, let them finish.

 Kenpachi: *Joins Mayuri, while ‘tching’ too.*

Kaguya: “A wondrous place”

Aizen and Kaguya: *Leans now toward each other.* “For you and me…”

Ukitake: Ooooh! *Claps his hands.*

 Kyoraku: Marvelous! *Claps his hands too.*

 Nanao: Umm, taichou…*Sweat drops heavily.*

 Ukitake: Encore! Encore!

 Kyoraku: *Whistles to this.*

 Yamamoto: *Suddenly appears behind the duo, while there are flames behind him.* IDIOTS!

 Ukitake: *Stumbles now together with Kyoraku.* Awww, but I thought it was sweet…

 Kyoraku: Ah, young love~. *Sighs now dreamily.*

 Kaguya and Aizen: *Merely smirking kiss each other.*

[alpha-sloth]

  Olympian Aesthetics          

  TAGGED BY: @rangikusan​   TAGGING: All my Arrancar pals

  APHRODITE  

  laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles,in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

  APOLLO

  glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account

  ARES

  armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

  ARTEMIS

  keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

  ATHENA

  discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl dove perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes 

  DEMETER

  soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants (elementals), leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

  DIONYSUS

  drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second,seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

  HEPHAESTUS

  the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

  HERA

  resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under ‘fuck it’, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

  HERMES

  devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

  POSEIDON

  storm with skin, color coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell,stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for DIY projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

  ZEUS

  thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch

[cathgotyourtongue]

The Scar

GrimmNel

“You don’t have to keep this anymore, you know.”

He gazed down at her questioningly when she moved to rest her head on the crook of his shoulder, but remained silent. In barely awake state, he could vaguely understand what his mate was talking about, let alone respond.

Instead his attention shifted to the glorious body lying beside him. Eternal moonlight shone over the smooth, pale expanse of her skin. Grimmjow mentally cursed the sheets for covering so much, but he couldn’t find it in himself to remove it; there’s just something so sexy with the way silk clung onto her frame, accentuating all the right curves, covering all the right places. It left so much to the imagination that Grimmjow found himself skimming his hand over the damned cloth, willing himself to remember what her body looked like exposed, commiting every dip and curve of feminine muscle into his memory.

When he felt the light pressure over his chest and abdomen, Grimmjow looked down to see her fingers tracing the edges of the scar encompassing his torso.

Grimmjow realized he hadn’t responded yet.

“What are you talking about?” His voice was thick with sleep, but it was low and hesitant; he knew exactly what she was talking about. He had kept the scar for god knows how long, and constantly refused to heal it. His fellow Espada questioned him many times about how he was able to do it; Arrancars have the inherent ability to regenerate, it doesn’t even require any effort to do so, only patience. All wounds heal eventually, so it’s quite a wonder how Grimmjow was able to reject his body’s regeneration over a single wound.

Apparently for Grimmjow, not all wounds deserve to be healed.

He had told her it was a reminder; that he had matters to settle with the shinigami brat, and the scar was a proof of Kurosaki’s worthiness to be killed by him.

Neliel only rolled her eyes at his absurd reasoning, and that had been the end of it.

But not this time.

This time she was looking at him with cold, calculating eyes, the same look she gave everyone else but him. It reminded him of a much stronger, much more independent version of Nel, the version that never took anyone’s bullshit, the version that could break resolve with a blank stare. He felt like a cornered animal under that gaze, and he knew there’s no escaping her this time.

Grimmjow was afraid she already knew.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Ah, so she did know. He took a sharp intake of breath. He had no idea how, but the woman could practically read his mind, so that shouldn’t be a surprise.

Knowing he couldn’t hide a single thing from her even if he tried, he merely looked away before sighing in defeat. “I can never forgive myself for it.”

He didn’t miss how the stoic mask fell only to be replaced by an expression that rivalled her child-form’s, her eyes that were cold as ice now melted as it shimmered in the moonlight, threatening to spill. His eyes darted away again, as if he could hide his shame by doing so.

Yes, the scar was a reminder, but it wasn’t a reminder of a business left unfinished. It was a reminder thar he committed a mistake unworthy of forgiveness; the same mistake that took the lives of his comrades, his friends.

A mistake that can only be righted by revenge.

It fell silent for a moment, only his mate’s uneven breathing disrupted the stillness of it all, and somehow it comforted him a little.

“They never would’ve held it against you,” she whispered almost inaudibly, but he could hear her clearly in the dead of the night. He felt his chest constrict as he heard the words that fell from her lips next.

“There’s nothing to forgive.”

He closed his eyes. It hurt. In one evening he managed to sacrifice all his companions just to satisfy his bloodlust. To say there’s nothing to forgive would mean their lives weren’t worth all this guilt. If he could only bring them back. Maybe if he killed the brat, things would be even, and maybe then they could forgive him.

“It’s about time you finally forgive yourself, Grimm.”

A tear escaped from the corner of his eye and he cursed himself for feeling so weak and sensitive about this, a sharp contrast to the uncaring, volatile, destructive persona he sported every damn day of his life. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve forgiveness, and yet… And yet–

He felt her body shift until her chest rested on his abdomen. Her breath tickled the marred skin and he just knew what she was about to do.

Would he give himself this chance?

Maybe… Maybe he could forgive himself.

Eventually.

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She watched him intently, carefully waiting for his signal. He didn’t deserve the anguish he thought he did. He didn’t deserve to feel so much pain. Silently she prayed he would agree to this, so when he gave her the slightest nod of the head, she went right down to work before he could change his mind. The hesitance in the gesture was palpable, a sign that he had only agreed to this because she was being adamant about it, not because he thought he actually deserved it.

But that was enough. She kissed him then, right where the scar tainted his otherwise perfect skin. Slowly, surely, she kissed and licked, and the marks rapidly faded away. Her chest twisted and ached, as if she could feel all the shame and guilt her mate had buried inside the wound, but she was determined to erase it all; even if it was clear on his face that he didn’t believe a word she said.

Which was fine.

If he couldn’t forgive himself, then she would.