#immovableforce

[the-prince-and-the-thief]

Immovable-Force is following you!

Really, how long is he going to keep this up? It’s ridiculous! 

Goro Akechi had been followed around for most of the day. He had been doing his best to ignore the man who had been following him, but that didn’t seem to deter him. Goro was used to being stalked by fangirls, and to not having very much privacy, but this was a different matter entirely. For one... this person clearly had absolutely no idea where he was. Akechi suspected that he wanted something, but he also could tell that he was following Akechi because he had nowhere else to go. 

“...Very well, I suppose I won’t be shaking you any time soon.” Goro finally turned, visibly pouting at his new stalker. The man had long white hair so messy he could easily be mistaken for a homeless person. The same long, white hair he remembered from Mementos... “What exactly do you want from me? And who are you?” 

[windstormwielding]

@immovable-force​ said:

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last ten people in the notifications.

“I can do that!”

The 13th division—they’re family to me!

My morning tea

New foods

Birds

Storms 

[ryusxnka]

@immovable-force Continued from ( X )

                         “ Speak for yourself, hairball. “ Kew’s way  of presence, of language, hasn’t been remotely abbreviated, not even by a speck, since their last encounter  ----  How long has that been, he pondered, forthwith reflecting, whilst his brace of lithe appendages nonchalantly intersected ‘gainst his frame,  for the specific date.  -----  It’s been months, he’s  certain. In any regard, it was a quality of character he relishes to perceive in those he selectively confided his inestimable time to, albeit wordlessly and often treated, blatantly so, as if it was less important than they authentically were, as acquaintances. “  --   It’s rather impressive, I'll admit, that you haven’t been mistakenly killed yet by an officer assuming you were a hairy, unshorn, Hollow. “

[destrozcs]

[Immovable-force: Kew] "Ey Bluey! Happy birthday!" Birthdays were important to Kew! Unfortunately he had no idea what to get the Espada this year. The guy's kinda hard to shop for. He did have something though: A bucket, piled high with food, and a few compressed souls. "Here ya go. Found all this, but I don't need it." And by 'found', he means 'stole from Yammy's room.' (Aside from the souls, which were from his own personal stash, at least.)

@immovable-force

♔—;; It never failed to surprise Grimmjow when someone brought him gifts, let alone remembered when his birthday was to do so. The quality of the gift didn’t go unnoticed, either; food, and lots of it, filled the bucket in the other man’s hand, and the void within the Arrancar seemed to deepen in anticipation of being fruitlessly filled.

　　 “What’s the catch?” he asked, almost wary of being given so much for nothing.

[glacialdeath]

@immovable-force from [here]

Kew can’t help but bust out laughing, not only at all the drawings, but the fact that Rukia actually bothered to get him ice cream! Haha, of course she’d do that! It’s, like, his favorite thing! And basically how he ruined her birthday, so it’s only fitting.

Her question keeps the laughter coming. “Pfahahaaa! A-ah man… Thanks, Rukia! This is really nice.” He chuckles, wiping a tear away. “… Y’know, I dragged ya out t’somethin’ you didn’t wanna do for your birthday, so it’s only fair that ya pick somethin’ for mine, ain’t it? So whadaya wanna do?”

A grin comes from the sheer ability of her gift giving skills. “You better have it fast or it’s going to melt, you know.” Once the laughter is ceased, jokes are case aside as she corrects bits and pieces of his words. 

“What? You didn’t drag me! I chose to go by my own free will! I had to lead you there, remember!“ She is preemptively defensive, wishing to keep upon her stubborn image and integrity. 

Aside from that, she just kind of assumed he had something in mind already, but so easily he passes the duty of activity picker back to her.  With a tilt of her head she questions the decision. “You want me to pick? You seemed to have ideas before though. Well--” Furrowing her brows, she hesitates for beyond a moment as she tries to think of something. Work does come to mind, but she cast it aside as a weak and selfish answer-- one that she will not allow herself to do for the sake of the one before her. Her own criteria is something new but once more the world of the living is closed for possibilities and she has been in the Soul Society for most of her life, exhausting many possibilities of freshness. Cost isn’t a factor as she doesn’t mind paying for the birthday boy and has a some money in her pocket. With a hand upon her chin, a spark comes to mind, but she seems to sheepishly bring up the idea, even if her voice jumps an octave. “H-how about animals? I bet we could find a farm or something in the lower districts of Rukongai...”  Not exactly a noble activity, but very much one that has ‘Rukia’ written over it, although one she has yet to try. 

A blush betrays her true desire as she scratches the back of her head, knowing that her feelings towards animals in general tend to be plain as day. She reins it in for some of her manners with a cough into a closed fist and a gaze that peers away to the side “Er, if that is acceptable with you, at least?”

[scntbycyberlife]

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Connor had been requested to travel with Cyberlife as they started to set up warehouses and shops globally. Their next destination was Naobi, and the RK800 ensured to put in the time to research the city. Considering the location he had been somewhat surprised by the number of companies that had set up residence there. 

He had arrived a few days ago but had remained within the Cyberlife building, listening as he was given instructions on what to do and what to expect. He had raised the issue of the high crime rate, but they seemed confident that it would not become a problem for them. Their security is far too high tech for anything bad to happen. 

He was told to visit the Naobi Police Department and introduce himself, and that is why he was currently stood before their Police Chief. “Officer Oushiza. My name is Connor, I’m the android sent by Cyberlife. A pleasure to meet you, Sir.”

[prosequies]

[Immovable-force] A voicemail on Miles' phone from Kisama's number, but not his voice: "Hey hey! This is that Edgey guy's number, right?! Hah, I KNEW he lied about not having it, the sneaky devil! Well anyway, just thought you should know Kissy's birthday is coming up on the 1st! He's trying to let it fly under the radar like a sad-sack, but not on my--" (In the background: "MOTHERFUCKER, DID YOU TAKE MY PHONE!?") "-- Whoops, gotta go, byyyyye!" Click.

Receiving calls at ungodly hours is one career hazard Miles isn’t surprised to see repeat itself in Naobi. A nebulous workload, one that restricts itself to no time-frame nor sense of reason, is merely to be expected—so with only a distracted sort of interest, he plays the message from Chief Oushiza’s line while popping his toothbrush into his mouth.

Said toothbrush is discarded once he hears the nickname usually applied to him by Larry Butz. That is one thing he hadn’t expected would follow him from California: the grim phantom of childhood embarrassment and uncomfortably humble beginnings. Yet he supposes Kisama’s men must think they came up with it on their own, especially if the point of this wretched call was to humiliate their boss.

Miles is unconcerned with birthdays at the best of times. He gifts things to those within his social circle, of course—money, usually, because the natural alternative of finding perfectly-tailored gifts would be too time-consuming. Until now, it hadn’t even crossed his mind that Chief Oushiza might qualify as someone to whom he should send the usual card-with-banknotes.

Yet, he supposes, Oushiza is the closest thing he has to an ally in this city—in this country. And there must be a reason why, of all the people here, an officer commandeered Oushiza’s phone to call him. It’s simple deduction: the sort of thing Miles has come to rely upon when calculating where he stands with people, because abstract cues aren’t admissible evidence and he can hardly go around asking.

Oushiza expects something from him, then. Or he gave his men that impression, by the sounds of it. This is both a development and a headache—because Miles at least knows Oushiza well enough to recognise the Chief wouldn’t take kindly to an American benefactor opening their wallet. The guise of festive altruism won’t fly with such a cantankerous man.

This time, Miles has no choice, it seems. He must send a gift.

Later, around noon, a parcel will make its way through Naobi’s police department. It will arrive in Oushiza’s office at around what would have been lunchtime, back in L.A. Perhaps Naobi observes no such thing to break up the day, or perhaps Oushiza will be at his desk regardless. The sender, though not quite a fish out of water, has yet to familiarise himself with how Naobians do things.

The sender has yet to familiarise himself with a lot of things here. But it’s not for lack of interest, nor motivation—as the slim, rectangular parcel comes with a note attached:

Apologies for the simplicity, but short notice made it unavoidable. Next time, please remind me ahead of schedule. In the meantime, I hope this will bring you the same mental repose it brings me. I believe you might benefit. - M. E.

Inside, Oushiza will find a glass chess set: one army clear, one army frosted.

[bleachxpositivity]

ahhhh can we throw some love @immovable-force??? their oc Kew is awesome and so unique!! even if they aren't directly affiliated with the bleach rp com, the community is so much fun and much more lively with Kew in it!!

[inazxma]

@immovable-force

“...”

“I’m not a human.”

[heavenxpiercing]

Post-Yhwach Ichigo: If unlocking the full power of your Zanpakuto meant never seeing Shiro again (Like he'd get fully absorbed as a part of you/your sword) would you still have done it?

The ‘yes or no’ game. You can ask me anything and I’ll answer honestly, but only with yes and no. || accepting

“ Yes… ”

[the-prince-and-the-thief]

"Um..." The shadows brows furrowed. "Are you alright, Chichi? You're acting funny."

“Giyuuuuuuu!” The detective unceremoniously flopped towards him, arms outstretched and begging for a hug. Kew had such fluffy hair! He wanted to play with it. 

[horquillaprincessa]

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Useless Fact Meme | Accepting!

Orihime is aware of the story after which she was named, however she does not believe she was named for it specifically, as her brother told her otherwise when she was little (believing the story to be too sad for her to represent) and instead made up a story about a princess and a dragon.

[ryusxnka]

"Ey Captain! Here ya go. Happy Valentimes Day!" Someone had told Kew that Valentine's day was about giving gifts to people he admired, though apparently Kew hadn't soaked in any more details than that. What he'd placed on the captain's desk was a large, watermelon-flavored lollipop, still in the wrapper. It had a paper bow wrapped around it, larger than the lollipop itself.

                     “  —-  What do you expect me to do with … this? “ The majority, including that tangibly roseate nuisance Kusajishi who it will most likely be forwarded to,  would suggest him to gradually relish its saccharine flavorings ‘pon the palate —– but he bore no seed of interest that remotely allured towards lollipops or any other puerile variations of Bon-Bons. In actuality, he’s thoroughly positive Kew only conferred it to him as a correlation to his stature; he may be young in age but he was no mere child or so he’ll stubbornly claim, aching naught but equality in reverence as the veteran’s garbing tantamount captaincy.“ Do you even know the meaning of Valentine’s day? “ Gruff words, unneeded, he grasps this - But he was exhausted;  irritated by the constant individuals, more generally women, coming into his office to bestow unsavory delicacies and to confess their innermost feelings. All he wanted was to finalize these last bits of documents so he could ultimately burrow ‘neath his beddings at home,  ‘neath the luxury of serene isolation,  to repose until daybreak,  until today’s obtuse holiday  undergoes its demise for another year.  Nevertheless,  Kew was simply expressing his  kindness and warranted  not an embittered retort and it is that valid reason the adolescent procures the offering and places it within the safety of his desk drawers.“ I appreciate the gesture. - Now, are we done here? “ 

[destrozcs]

[Immovable-force: April Fools event] Well, Kisama didn't like the look of this one bit. Or the smell. Or anything about this place. "Hey! Uh-- Do you speak English?" He shouts, in English, to the blue-haired guy in front of him. Kisama only knew English and Japanese, so one of them better work. "And do you know the way out of here?"

@immovable-force

♔—;; Grimmjow turned his head and raised a small brow slightly; he got shouted at often enough by others wanting his attention, but not so much in English. He pulled a face; this asshole better be able to speak something else since his skills weren’t at a level he was happy with yet.

　　 “…A little,” came his heavily accented, honest response.

[glacialdeath]

[Immovable-force] "I'm going to lure it away, attack when you have a chance!" //Maybe a flying hollow that Kew can't hit?

She had been standing in a tree, peering upward toward the sky with a narrowed gaze at a particular monster that had batted her out of the air every time she tried to create a platform from her own reishi to get closer to it. Twigs remained in her hair and a particularly leaf was rather stubbornly snagged on the badge of her arm, and a particularly bruise towards the back of her head seemed to only throb more as the claw marks upon her arm stung with the continued movement she placed on the limb. And now, the beast was even so cocky to grin at her as it continued to eye her, ready to dodge another one of her ice pillars, the field now filled with three empty shining ice cylinders only showing how futile her attempts had been. It had picked up on the fact that her pillars extended to the sky as well too quickly for her to take advantage of it. 

Surely it is aware that it is the shinigami it must fear and not the devil below her, who had done nought to even harm it so it had yet to even notice. That was when the devil below had decided to make himself less useless, but it’s a plan that catches the noblewomen off guard; she had just been considering a melding of her two techniques, but even that would be difficult with the villainous eyes watching her every move now. “What?–��� She only has to time to peer back down before he’s taken off. 

“Just what do you think you’re going to do?” She calls out from her perch. Rukia was more than capable to take care of this by herself, it might take awhile and get herself a few more injuries than she would like, but it was in her job. Truthfully, his plan seems rather foolish, considering she had the most speed between the two of them, but the amount of effort that she had put forth so far was leading to nothing, so she was more than willing to try any sort of change in strategy. And so she decides to play along, ordering her own set of rules to this imposed plan.  “Just– Don’t go toward the village!“

It was true that it had been eyeing her in particular, able to discern the pillars that she summoned before they reached upwards, but what gave him the idea that running it around as a lure would even work? Maybe he was just tired of being so idle …Were hollows even attracted to devils over souls?  It’s a thought that comes through her mind but leaves just as easily, fine with no answer. Surely he has some kind of idea to get it’s attention, she trust that much. And she would just need five seconds– no three would do just fine if she had her hands in position, ready to cast off the spell that would clip its wings and bring the hollow towards their domain.

[substitutekurosaki]

@immovable-force continued from here!

It was one of those nights where, try as he might, Ichigo just couldn’t fall asleep. He’d tossed and turned for several hours - before his ears clicked on the sounds of Kew pacing around downstairs. Hell, if he was awake; Ichigo might as well have some company.

Slipping into a comfy t-shirt and comfy sweats, he was soon walking into Kew’s room - snickering a little to himself at the fact he’d almost jumped. Well, it was almost four in the morning.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep, either. I’m guessing you can’t, either, right?” Sighing, Ichigo rubbed at a eyelid. “Well, there isn’t many things to do here so late at night. There’s a little twenty-four hour store down the road, so we could always...grab some snacks and just talk, if you’re not up for sleeping.”