#benihime

[angiesartkive]

we love urahara in this house

[cowsandcrows]

And when you die the crows will tear out your throat, so your laughter will always be on the wind. We will rend your body limb from limb to let your hooves dance on the earth. May your blood be every river, your tusks every mountain, your teeth every stone.

And the Angel of Death will hunt the ghost that remains.

-Text from Orphans Path, part 47, chapter 10

reblogs appreciated!!!

[antrusimbol]

Urahara Kisuke 🎩🗡

[owarinaki]

Bleach EP301 -Vs Aizen

part 300/1 : 300/2 : 300/3 ; 300/4 ; 300/5 ; 300/6 ; 300/7

EP301 / 301GIFS

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04.06.2024 / 15.07.2023 Benihime art

[sunflowersandcherryblossoms]

Nice thought that just came to mind....

You know the elusive Fight Great Noble House that we never hear about?

So... Benihime is an ancient as fuck type of blade. It's basically a Tang Dao. (and we know ancient Japanese took a lot of "inspiration" from Chinese culture and weapons)

We're also sort of told Urahara has seen/knew the Soul King.

What if the fifth house was the House of Urahara and they were the science people into the Soul King's Realm and Kisuke himself was the one who developed the crystal prison made to contain the Soul King?

@mondengel2

[caramelpeppers]

" zanpakutou "

[plutos-planett]

various benihimes

[the-narwhals-awaken]

Bloody Hearts Bingo Day 12

Prompt: Smile, General | Sunshine smile/smile like sunshine

Kisuke let his breathing slow. Despite what many people thought, the main part of his soulscape- the 'welcoming hall', so to speak- was not a charnel house. It was not a laboratory, or a killing field, or a mirror of a place he'd ever been as an adult.

The part he was currently sitting in, kneeling in front of a tea-table, was a noble's recieving hall, every aspect perfected and made of exquisite quality materials. Even the Great Noble Houses- the ones still in prominence, at least- could not boast of such quality, but Benihime would settle for nothing less in her domain, especially in the parts of it that outsiders were permitted to step within. Many presumed much, but those who stepped in the realm of the Crimson Princess were reminded very directly that her title came with weight.

Kisuke poured two cups of tea- one for him, one for his princess. Benihime knelt across from him, her usual layers of immaculate robes slimmed down to two worn over an almost-sheer red dress. Still, she looked the royalty that he pretended not to be. "It will be war."

He nodded, taking a sip of his tea. It was a blend he never shared- tasting far too much like blood for others to be pleased, but the iron tang settled the part of him made for killing. "First Aizen, then onii-san, then chichi-ue." Names had power, and he would not forget who they were to him. "It will be slow to end."

"You will prepare them," she said, relentless as the tide, "they are ours and everyone who sees them will know."

"They will be safer if it is not immediately obvious that they are ours," he countered, watching as she took her own long sip, "if only to allow for people to underestimate them."

She shrugged. "They are young- they will be underestimated. Mark them and make sure they know whose they are- they will kneel happily at our feet and all shall know who we are." The one downside of Benihime's viciousness was a significant distaste for concealing their power and ability to the degree Kisuke preferred to work at. It was a fair point- he often made himself seem a fool for no reason, preferring to be mocked than feared, while she would rather be feared for what they were than mocked for what they were not.

Kisuke had to force the image out of his head. The thought of any of them- strong and clever and growing more so by the day- going to their knees willingly, happily, was intoxicating, and he could not be distracted while planning. "They will lose trust, lose chances- too many people hate me for association to be safe."

Benihime smiled like the sun- sharp and unrelenting, impossible to ignore and just as able to bring things to life as ruin them. "Either they will keep them close because they need them or they will die, Kisa-chan. You know as well as I that you will bring them along and they will be damned because of it."

He bowed his head, acknowledging her words. "Very well. Yet we will go slow- steadily build it up, let it slide under the awareness of those who do not know to look. Let them see and yet be blind, let them have all the pieces and be unable to piece together the solution."

The smile on Benihime's face at his words reminded Kisuke that despite the way many spirits often socialized, space blurring and weaving together, Benihime had always had as much space as she'd needed. "And as for yourself?" She gestured rather pointedly to a clothing stand that appeared almost out of nowhere.

The robes that hung on it were a set that Kisuke hadn't worn since they'd been fitted. Rich and deeply embroidered, the fabrics were suited for a prince- which, despite his protestations, he was. More importantly, they were meant for a prince to go to war in, layers of silk forming armor and each thread soaked in power till it almost dripped off of it.

"Not yet, my princess," Kisuke said, averting his gaze and taking another sip of tea. "Perhaps for Chichi-ue." He stood, running his fingers along the topmost layer of fabric, then gently flicking it back to where it was stored. "Greaves, perhaps? Some form of shin guard, as well. Perhaps a chestpiece, but we'd have to adjust that to mobility and hiding well and I'd rather wait till after this next round of growth spurts finishes before we worry about something like that."

Benihime simply steered him away from the tea-table, pushing him back down to his knees in the middle of the hall, just in front of her seat- a low bench, crafted as elegantly as everything else there but almost understated despite it. "You know they'll have to find out, before this is done." It was the kindest thing she'd said all evening- just as he could be harsh, she could be gentle, though for both of them even their kindest touches were barely restrained from drawing blood.

Kisuke bowed his head and hummed acknowledgement. A weight settled on his head, and he knew what she'd done- long ago, when they were both children scrabbling for survival in the Rukongai, she'd hidden the part of him that shone with his father's power. Now she was returning it to him, ensuring that he could not hide.

A crown was a small price to pay, in the end, for the fulfillment of all his duties.

[ramblingkat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bleach (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kurosaki Ichigo & Zangetsu, Benihime & Urahara Kisuke, Kurosaki Ichigo & Urahara Kisuke Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Hollow Ichigo | Zangetsu, Urahara Kisuke, Benihime (Bleach) Additional Tags: Tropetember, Whumptember, Slasher Films, very 80s slasher films, Asylum, definitely not moral characters, Blame the UraIchi Discord, Blame Cross as this is her fault, Blame the Rat Pit Series: Part 6 of TropeWhumptember Summary:

Ichigo didn't expect to see such a pretty sight go past the window of the library. A nice looking man covered in blood and, most interestingly, following by a tall woman that nobody else seemed to see.

Zangetsu almost bit him at seeing the woman, but Ichigo didn't mind.

They both wanted to know about these new members of the asylum.

[aresy1pp1e]

Benihime jumpscare!!!

(More versions under the cut)

(Also, it’s supposedly part of Bleachtober23, the fourth prompt, ‘zampakuto’, but it’s may)

[irlkisukeurahara]

I'm trying to study benihimes hair because I wanna cosplay her and every time I look at her I get even more confused

[lilacwriter07]

I am listening to Tot Musica by Ado and all I can imagine is Urahara and Benihime bankai moment 😈💖🤯💨

But Uta also has the perfect yandere face, like 😍

[limitlessmika]

the plans i have for this man are between me and god himself

[crybug]

where there's a visored, there must be a hollow

[uraharashouten]

I can't believe it's taken me this long to figure this out, but here goes. Kisuke stands at 183 cm tall (canon height). Sitting seiza, he should be at about 2/3 of that, or 123 cm tall. The distance from the top of his head to the top of Benihime's shoulder is 88% of that height (by pixel measurement), so the total distance from the ground to the top of her shoulder should be about 231 cm. The upper arm from elbow to shoulder typically represents about 20% of a person's height, so that would give her a standing height of around 11.5m.

Therefore:

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