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Dear Onii-chan,
the note read. It had been left tucked between the pages of their favorite book; their secret place for leaving notes to one another in this hovel, ever since the three had huddled together here for safety.
We didn't want you to worry when you came home and couldn't find us, but we are safe. Karin got a bad feeling about some people that were followng us, and we were about to run, but then someone else came to help. Do you remember our Godfather, Urahara Kisuke? I know Mom and Dad stopped talking to him when we were little, and told us to stay away, but he's actually really nice! He walked us back to his shop and gave us candy. Now he says we can stay there whenever you aren't here so we aren't afraid. So if you're looking for us, you can find us there.
Love, Yuzu
@black--sun
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Starter for || @black--sun & @white--moon
Grimmjow makes a bee-line for the Kurosaki den the second he sets foot in
Blue eyes narrow when he catches sight of the Kurosaki’s through the window. He could feel their reiatsu even half way across the territory, the tell-tale rise and fall and flutter of their power giving them away. Or it gives Ichigo away - Grimmjow’s still new with Shiro, still figuring out how he moves and flows.
They’re connected at nearly every exposed point of skin, arms wrapped around each other, fingers twisted in hair, bloodied tongues passing between ivory sharp teeth. Bloody kisses that Grimmjow is not involved in. The scent of crimson is warm in the air, a sharp twang of power and life intertwined with arousal that waters Grimmjow’s mouth and drags him closer. His gaze rakes over the pair once again searching for the larger scratch marks that the scent speaks of.
Ichigo hasn’t even caught on to the fact that Grimmjow is outside - it’s the exact kind of error that would usually piss Grimmjow right the fuck off. Totally oblivious and he isn’t even fucking yet. It’s what kept Grimmjow from doing anything for so long. (Now he can’t think of doing anything else. And he’s standing outside like an idiot.)
His lip curls as he steps inside, dragging his incorporeal body through the human constructed walls and drops heavy onto the bed next to them, unconcerned by his sandy boots or the way Pantera smacks Shiro’s shoulder when he leers over them.
“Well, well, well. Whatda we got here? Where the fuck was my call? You gettin’ me replaced already?”
#[ ic || 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖏𝖆𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗 ]#white--moon#black--sun#grimm: :'<#(hes acting tough but now hes not getting kissies!
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@black--sun Back in business!
Continued from answered ask here.
Ichigo doesn’t turn to look at Shutara behind him. He doesn’t bother to move from where he sits with crossed legs on the floor of the Soul King’s palace-- his palace. His cage.
What could get at him here? He would welcome it. It would be something different in this place that doesn’t seem to change. And he’s not certain if this vow requires a confirmation from him. She might’ve made this promise to any sad idiot that ended up here, so it’s hard to be grateful.
Beside him, his sword rests. A single blade for the moment. It could be two if he wanted. It can be whatever he needs it to be. He’s still clad in black, but his robes aren’t a Shinigami’s. They’re a statement, he can only suppose. One he loses pieces of habitually as if it’s the core of an exciting new religion he’s rolling out.
But they’re always returned to him. It pisses him off.
Ichigo’s eyes trace the handful of personal possessions Yuzu packed for him when he said goodbye to his friends and family. He’d been worried they wouldn’t last here, and he’d been right. But the monk had taken them and done something to them-- or had it done. Ichigo didn’t ask, but they no longer seemed to be coming undone at the edges. He picks up a book of sonnets and eases his fingers along frayed stitching, inspecting it for new damage. At least he still has his fingers, his arms and legs. Small victories.
He isn’t refusing to speak. Not anymore. Though, it’s also wrong to say he ever refused. He’d just been afraid to open his mouth. Afraid that if he did, all his grief would well up and pour out like blood from a cut. From a fatal wound. That he’d start screaming and never stop.
Now, he can speak. There just doesn’t seem to be much point.
Ichigo coaxes his mouth open, once, twice, forms words in a voice so rough and unfamiliar he doesn’t hardly recognise it.
His gaze is sharp. He’s not angry, and he’s always angry. He doesn’t try to figure it out anymore.
“Are you telling jokes now? Will you ever have a final breath? And even if you did, you’d just be called back. Are you somehow less stuck like this than I am?”
She turns and comes closer. Her true zakpakuto is out, an ornately decorated naginata that she uses to lean against. Even though she’s resurrected with the immediate capability to fight, it doesn’t mean that she’s not exhausted when it happens. The older she gets the longer it takes. Fuck immortality.
“My sweet summer child,” she says. “At least I’m lucid enough to tell you that I am a joke. But it doesn’t mean that I’m without purpose. Perhaps you’re the same.”
But, she has no real reason to hide things from him. Not anymore. When she’d heard the Monk singing his praises at Ichigo’s strengths, she’d immediately removed herself from the premises. She let down the stairway for him to take…and then left right away, not desiring to know the one who’s freedom she knew she’d likely have to take. Perhaps it’s a kindness to know him now…since she’s already saved herself the bitterness of knowing him then. Anyone can see the weariness in her features. He may have the more taxing job, but she’s not without empathy.
“No…I’m free in some ways, but not at all in others. A long time ago, I thought that things could be changed more easily from within. Maybe it’s still true. Either way…we have an eternity to figure it out, now don’t we?”
Painted eyes focus on him.
“So…now that we both understand that neither one of us chose to be here or really chose our jobs at all…perhaps embracing our differences leads to being more of the same.”
Her arms idlily move, not having a purpose, but an ever-present fixture.
“I suppose I’d be closest to you in ability anyway,” she says. “I’m of the wrong soul races…but given that I naturally feel the flow of souls, where they come from…where they’re going…I wouldn’t be surprised if I was turned on in a pinch.”
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"Maybe you should sit down"
[Meme] || Accepting || @black--sun
send "Maybe you should sit down," for Tsukishima to be standing in front of Ichigo, exhausted, pale, and covered in blood, for one reason or another
Every muscle aches with strain, and Tsukishima struggles to concentrate through the weariness pulling at each limb. Fullbring pulls from the whole body and soul, and he has vastly overdone it. The one bleeding wound across his shoulder isn't helping. Being thrown against a building also wasn't ideal.
But survival is sometimes painful.
He focuses brown eyes on Ichigo, though even that is a struggle. There's no energy for his usual mocking smile, just a grimace as he keeps all his attention on remaining upright and on scanning the local reiatsu for signs of his enemies. His thumb runs along the edge of his bookmark, the book itself lost somewhere in the bedlam.
"I don't think sitting down is an option just yet," Tsukishima admits. He doesn't admit he may not make it back up. "I'm not certain how far behind they are. Or which one will be giving chase."
#Tsuki lived and is being hunted in the Human Realm#◜◷◞ [published pasts]: threads#tsp activity check#black--sun#[[ooc: I'm pulling a bit from CFYOW and having Mayuri/Grimmjow both be the pursuers.#But we can also set this in a if that's easier.#...I need to write up those verse details now that I think about it]]
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👁️💋👁️ :/:/:/
send 👁️💋👁️ to know why my muse wouldn’t date yours!
[?] i don’t want to ruin our friendship
[ ] i literally don’t know you
[ ] we have conflicting moralities
[ ] you tried to kill and/or harm me and/or my loved ones
[ ] you’re just not my type
[ ] we did and it was awful
[?] you’re an asshole
[ ?] you’re not enough of an asshole
[ ] you’re annoying
[ ] you’re too stupid
[ ] you’re ugly lol
[X] i think you deserve better
[ ] i think i deserve better
BONUS: how little my muse wants to do the kissing with yours:
actually… | been there, done that | we just don’t mash | i never thought about it | no thanks | meh | gross | fuck you fuck you fuck you
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“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here.”
From Here || accepting || @black--sun
First Impressions sentence starters
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“Isn’t it obvious?”
Ryuken stands in the doorway, adjusting his glasses and shooting an impatient look at the young man who’s answered. It’s hard to tell whether he’s playing dumb or not, or how much he realises Ryuken knows. Out of all the people Uryuu could make a friend of, this has to be one of the worst. At least the right person’s answered the door. This is one conversation he’d rather not have to explain to Ishin first.
“You and my son spend time together, wouldn’t it make sense that I’d come to you to find out where he is?”
#tsp activity check#black--sun#ask response#((ngl#not 100% sure what I want this to be#or when it's set#maybe at the very start of the tybw?#I also didn't want to assume the state of Ichi's and Uryu's relationship#as I know you and Vix interact but not how far along you guys are with that#so tried to keep it canon#so yeah#very open ended#so feel free to do what you want with this and we'll see where it goes ))
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FIRE: how do they react to anger? heeey!
Hey! Thanks for the ask!
His reaction will vary based on the context, but it will usually either be a genuine attempt to take accountability and/or resolve/defuse the situation, a response that has essentially been taken from a template and applied to the situation with little if any sincerity behind it, or insults hidden or perhaps not so hidden in a template response.
The biggest factor when determining his reaction is how much he likes the person that’s angry and whether the person has some form of authority over him, but it’s also affected by whether he thinks he actually did something wrong, understands why the person is angry but thinks his actions were still justified, thinks that the anger is the result of a misunderstanding or thinks the person is redirecting their anger at him.
TDLR: If he cares about the person, then Tessai will make a genuine attempt to understand and help resolve the anger, and if he doesn’t, then he's giving a template response at best.
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Just sort of leans in over Kisuke’s shoulder. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? When was the last time you slept?”
[[ meme || Lack of sleep starters ]]
A sudden flinch at the intrusion has him cursing under his breath, in a manner most unfamiliar to Ichigo.
"Mother of all..." would be all that's caught before it becomes unintelligible, going on for some time, a rather lengthy and creative curse, as his hands repeatedly try and fail to hold together the tiniest of wires under the soldering iron's heat. At length, it's all slammed forcefully upon the workbench with a single and very clearly pronounced expletive.
He slumps on his stool, elbow to the bench, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The last time he slept is irrelevant to this operation. But... "Well." His lungs suck in and expel air. "Your concern is appreciated, Ichigo." His nervous hovering is most certainly not. "Do you know what would be helpful at this juncture? A second set of hands." And he reaches for Ichigo's as though they were the utility grips he probably ought to have, positioning them just so above his project. "I'll need you to hold these steady for me." The wires are carefully placed, and he approaches with the soldering iron.
"No matter what happens once these contacts are fused."
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@black--sun || Continued from here
“Yes,” obviously. Grimmjow curls a lip at him for his stupidity, and resumes his scan of the den. Place always smells like a million an one people. Grimmjow is reluctantly never surprised anymore. He’s waiting for the day that someone pops outta the closet though.
“Birthday. What’s that?” Grimmjow has a birthday. He totally knows all about them. Doesn’t mean he gets special attention on his. Big fuckin’ whoop, he grew a tail. Exciting shit.
Ichigo doesn’t look any different, but Grimmjow would have to make him turn over to check for the tail. “You dyin’ or something?”
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FEATURING:
KUROSAKI ICHIGO // @black--sun
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YASUTORA SADO // @tigretranquilo
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Shu says:
“Wow. Look at all those chickens.”
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@black--sun || Open Starter Call
Why does Ichigo still leave his window unlocked? Shukuro idly wonders, settling long limbs with practiced ease until he’s comfortably perched on the windowsill. His eyes trace over the uninspiring, barely changed room while one finger traces the title on the spine of his book.
The trips to the human world are a necessity - the Seireitei’s reading selection is horrendously lacking - but he finds waiting on the scheduled return gateway painfully dull. And Ginjou won’t mind him checking in on their allies every now and again.
Shukuro relaxes against the window frame, settling in to read until Ichigo returns to his room. Maybe I should see if I can convince Yuzu to invite me to dinner…
#◜◷◞ [PUBLISHED PASTS]: threads#TSP ACTIVITY CHECK#black--sun#[[ooc: Is he showing up just to see if Ichigo will freak out? Yes yes he is ]]
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👁️💋👁️ Roast him
send 👁️💋👁️ to know why my muse wouldn’t date yours!
[ ] i don’t want to ruin our friendship
[X] i literally don’t know you
[X] we have conflicting moralities
[ ] you tried to kill and/or harm me and/or my loved ones
[ ?] you’re just not my type
[ ] we did and it was awful
[ ] you’re an asshole
[ ] you’re not enough of an asshole
[X] you’re annoying
[X] you’re too stupid
[ ] you’re ugly lol
[ ] i think you deserve better
[ ] i think i deserve better
BONUS: how little my muse wants to do the kissing with yours:
actually… | been there, done that | we just don’t mash | i never thought about it | no thanks | meh | gross | fuck you fuck you fuck you
Lmao...Szayel is hard to 'date'. You generally have to be physical with him before you can get him to have that kind of interest. He has zero issues with physicality though...like it is in most cases.
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OKAY OKAY [wall slam] OR [risky + overstimulated] reversed or not do whatever you want I’m not picky
@black--sun
I will do both...but I just want to see how it starts first with this one.
[wall slam] - Your muse pushes mine roughly into a wall, their faces only inches apart - or, if your muse pushes mine chest-first, my muse can feel yours’ breath on the back of their neck.
Without warning, he’s pressed up against the wall. He feels Ichigo against his back, breath against skin, hot, humid, pulsing . Warmth flares in his chest; its instinct and he looks slightly behind him, not aware of how he bites his lower lip, or how he looks with the flush of arousal dusting his cheeks.
Uryuu pushes his hips backwards into him. He wants to know how this part goes. Perhaps one day, he desires to be caught…but right now, he’s indulging his curiosity.
“Here?” he asks, voice unable to hide the admiration, even as he teases. “Even you surprise me sometimes.”
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Ichigo’s late by almost a week before he can make it to Seireitei. He kind of hates all the rules governing his coming and going, but he gets the need. But once he’s there, Ichigo sneaks into Shinji’s office to leave a late birthday present on his desk. A concert tshirt for a band the captain couldn’t make it to see.
"...shut the front door," Shinji whispers to himself.
It's a killer gift. The t-shirt is soft, and Shinji is pretty sure it's a band that he likes more than Ichigo does, which makes the gesture all the more meaningful.
He hops up, smiling contentedly to himself, and decides to put on a zippy, upbeat record to accompany him while he bangs out some work today. Ichigo has put him in on heck of a good mood, no matter how swamped he might be this morning.
He makes a mental note, too. Ichigo's birthday isn't too far away, after all, and Shinji wants to be sure to do something nice for the guy when it comes.
#black--sun#asks#birthday tag#TSP Activity Check#[ frankly the two of them could probably reeealllyyy vibe at a ska punk concert together oof ]
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