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Amo muchísimo esta imagen. Me da mucho sentimiento ¿alguien sabe quien es el artista? 🥹 quiero agradecerle por tan hermosa imaginación y por haberlo plasmado tal como esta.
#bleach yoruichi#kisuke bleach#urayoru#urahara x you#urahara x yoruichi#digital artist#drawing#bleach#yoruichi shihouin#uraharashouten
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“Oh Shin-chiii~” Kisuke lilted from his office entrance, loud enough for any nearby Fifth Division personnel to overhear.
[[ for the nickname meme ]]
Give my muse an embarrassing nickname
There was a headache coming oooon and there it was! Right in front of everyone else... for them to hear. Great. "What is it Ki~sukebe?" Actually, why was he here? "Ya usually don' come visitin' wha's the 'ccasion?"
#uraharashouten#V: Try to erase the face of our history; keep us under your control; RESIST | Shinji Hirako (Bleach)
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"It's among my finest work, if I do say so myself.~ Yoohoo, Urahara, are you listening? I have something for you."
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“Urahara I”
Artist: Yoruichi
Parody of: Bo Burnham - Bezos I
Original Thread: n/a
Shopkeeper, entrepreneur
Born in 1594
Kisuke
Kisuke Urahara
Shopkeeper, entrepreneur
Born in 1594
Kisuke
Kisuke Urahara
Come on, Kisuke, you can do it
Pave the way, put your back into it
Tell us why
Show us how
Look at where you came from
Look at you now
Yushima and Granz and Aizen
Amateurs are fuckin' lumpen
Steal their kids, clone their blood
Come on, Geta, get'em!
AHHH!!!
#In Character#Character: YORUICHI#Bleach#Music#Karaoke#uraharashouten#[ this is FINE TO REBLOG ]#[ despite being IC ]
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Not to sound like weeb trash on main but….
URAHARA’S ZANPAKUTO IS LITERALLY A CANE IN ITS UNAWOKEN FORM!!! MY MAN HAS CHRONIC ILLNESS!! DUDE NEEDS MOBILITY AID!!! HE IS ALWAYS HIGH ON PAINKILLERS!!!
#not me projecting#pyro speaks#weebshit#not the stuff i usually post but i thought it would go better here#than on my other account…#chronic pain#kisuke urahara#bleach#urahara kisuke#kisuke bleach#bleach urahara#uraharashouten#benihime
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“Your mistake," Tessai said to Lyn as he adjusted his spectacles and lowered his chin, "is thinking that without magic, I'm defeated.” [[ for the Fantasy Magic &c meme~ ]]
FANTASY MAGIC & ROMANCE SENTENCE QUOTES
"Oh?" There was a sharp-toothed grin on her face, "well versed in Hakuda then? Come on! I'd like to see it!" This woman couldn't and wouldn't turn down a chance to spar. "I've been trained by my old man!" That and she had learned from the 11th and changed up her fighting style several times. Though she wasn't going to admit to him how dirty she could fight.
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“you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.” —Kisuke
His hand taps, rhythmically, on the armchair.
The flat tip of his nail has never felt good on his hand, in this flesh that mimics human and shinigami. Try as it might to resemble something innately human, he knows he is far removed from that.
When Aizen reigned in Hueco Mundo, when he was the Sexta Espada, some notably said he was the most animalistic of all the Espada. He retained those instincts, urges, and tendencies far more than any of his other comrades. Those who misjudged him thought it a weakness, a bygone product from days when such things kept Hollows strong.
And perhaps, it once was. When that boy defeated him. When that Insect ambushed him.
But such times has passed. As he laid healing in the walls of Los Noches, the last surviving member of his pact, he had time to lick his wounds. To dwell on his humiliation.
His arm was taken from him. His body was broken. All he has known, taken from him.
He was a Hollow. Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. So long as he had an arm which to fight with, a leg to stand upon, and a mouth to tear with; he would be King. But things had changed. So many things. A revelation.
He was of a dying breed. Maybe he'd eek out a few thousand more years of life. Maybe he'd even kill that brat one day. Fleeting glories for fleeting meaningful moments of an immortal life. The truth was, Grimmjow knew nothing mattered in this life. Not a single. Damn. Thing.
Unless you gave it some meaning.
And he knew, what his meaning was.
Back to Green Hat. What could be easily mistaken for Submission, is instead something akin to a scheme. It reeks of duplicity. He can feel it screaming, snarling, growling in his stomach. Had Kisuke been another Hollow, a hundred years back, Grimmjow would have killed him without a second thought.
A miraculous thing occurs in this moment. He shows restraint.
"Thiry seconds, and not a moment more. Speak."
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◎ "Tell me..." Kisuke murmurs, mouth obscured by his fan. "Did you end up keeping the dress?"
The question caught the girl a bit off guard! Suffice to say she hadn't really thought back to that time of her life in a long while, and with it came a few embarassing memories. But as for the question itself?
"Of course! I wouldn't throw away a gift. Even if it was a bit uhm... outside my usual style." She noted, growing a bit sheepish at the second part of that. Naturally she had kept it! But well, the idea of WEARING it again definitely made her a bit flustered, recalling the particulars of the design.
"Uh, why? Did you need it back?"
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Instincts led her here, having just escaped from those she once called her friends. Rukia, Karin, she had to run or risk hurting them, maybe even killing them. There was no telling what the Hollow part of her might do. Andi struggled against it’s more animalistic impulses. Mania had been relatively easy to work with, but this Hollow, she could feel its voice in her head, it was now a part of the symbiote, and it wanted the power, wanted control, wanted her.
It’s need to feed could not be sated through loopholes like with Mania, it wanted souls, it wanted lives. Andi had already made news headlines, severely injuring or attacking people and putting them in critical conditions. Karakura news outlets were likening the attacks to being mauled by a wild animal.
Having just evaded another shinigami, and barely avoiding feeding, Andi eventually made her way to the Urahara Shouten. Surely Kisuke or Ururu or Tessai would help her? They knew about stuff like this right?
Andi stumbled across the street, grabbing at the edge of her Hollow mask and pulling, feeling it peel off her skin, like she was removing her own face. She screamed in pain, the hollow letting out a howl as she did. Using her will to force it down and take control of herself. Her form began to change back to that of a human, now soaking in the rain, in a ripped up t-shirt and tattered jeans, barefoot. Mania was also being suppressed so, no signature leather jacket or black hoodie.
She heard the doors of the shouten slide open just as she began to lose consciousness, the hollow mask clattering to the ground and shattering, turning to dust and blowing away.
“Haaah...c-c-cold...” She stammered as her face fell against the wet pavement.
#-||[ Hollowed Symbiosis | Bleach AU ]||-#uraharashouten#for any of the shouten gang#you don't gotta match post length ^^
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Ideas for a date! (x)
uraharashouten asked:
"Ah, you're back!~" It was always a joy to see Soi Fon, even though he suspected the feeling had never been mutual. But as long as she'd come this far, Kisuke reasoned, why not at the least attempt to offer an enjoyable experience in the pleasure of his company? "While you're in town, would you accompany me on a round of mini-golf? What better way to pass a few idle hours than putting little balls in holes in the most indirect and convoluted ways possible? —Let's see who might be the first to manage a... [ HOLE IN ONE ]! "
"I needed something to do for the weekend," Soifon stepped into the Shouten, arms folded at her chest. She peered around the ever-changing assortment of 'products' as she passed before stopping just a few feet from the straw-haired blond.
"Mini…golf?" Slated orbs finally shifted, turning their full, albeit, befuddled gaze onto the shopkeep, "Sounds like a waste of time,"
Luckily, she had plenty to waste right now, being thrust from her quarters for the weekend at the behest of her Lieutenant and partner. No doubt the pair were planning something, one claiming renovations and the other insistent on her having a reprieve from work. That said, she didn't have the energy to argue with either, so perhaps a break was just what she needed. She could deal with whatever they'd gotten up to after.
I suppose I can humor you, for now, and providing this isn't some trick."
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Seeing her old friend pop up from the back, Kukaku's own face lit up. He was the same as ever, maybe even a little happier than usual but she was just going to chalk that up to her presence for now. And why not? She was a delight. Though a handful could argue that was their loss. Thoughts aside, she smiled then and brought her hands back, resting them along her hips and tilted her head.
"Good to see ya up and about," She started, "That's your van out back, ain't it? That means you know how to drive, right?" It was either him or Tessai, the kids... Well, she didn't even know how old they were so, let's stick to the two she did know.
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“there's more to the story, isn't there?” —Kisuke
A scent.
There wasn't much else he could use to describe it. Unlike so many of the souls he'd noticed before there was something far more subtle about this one. As if he could taste something about this stranger that had suddenly appeared.
By now, however, he had gotten used to the sensation of a name he didn't know coming out of his own mouth.
"Kisuke Urahara. It sounds like you recognize me." He murmured, those eyes searching the shinigami's. Just as curious.
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Kisuke gives a “Light tug” to Ayame's 'handle'...
Send “Light tug” to gently pull / touch my muses hair.
Ayame's hair was tugged and that made her head and neck bend back a bit. It definitely stopped her in her tracks as she was carrying a bolt of cloth to the gigai cloak room, "Ah! Hey there Kisu~pyon." Her voice sounded happy that he pulled.
"Catchin' me unable to sleep, huh?" Some nights were... rough, she wanted to sleep, but something stopped her. All that made her do was work on projects since sleep wouldn't come. "Ya wanna come watch me work on sump'in?"
#uraharashouten#V: You fall - you rise ; You fall - you rise ; A million tries ; Up from hell to paradise! | Ayame Hirako (Bleach)#V: You've got to promise not to stop when I say when || Ayame & Kisuke (Bleach)
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"Well... See, I've been thinking about Billy Idol and Johnny Rotten. They were both in the same punk scene, and then they left their bands and carved out a successful career making pop music. Billy really killed it with his stuff! Even The Cure started out with gloomy gothic rock music, then had a pop phase and made their biggest hits."
Katsu was pacing back in forth. His thoughts made it impossible for him to stand still.
"So really, what's wrong with me doing the same thing? I think I want to make some really fun, catchy pop music. Hell, I think I wanna dance to it!"
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Yoruichi: You know that joke, "I know Jesus, he's my gardener?"
Kisuke: Whether I do or not, I expect you’ve got a better one—
Yoruichi: No, but technically, in a certain sense, God is my storage shed?
Kisuke: Oh my… I hope that doesn’t make me a rake and you a hoe…
Yoruichi: Oh, you don't have to worry, you're definitely a weed eater.
Kisuke: … I’ll accept that designation.
Yoruichi: I'm a sprayer, Kūkaku is a plow.
Kisuke: This garden shed is sounding like quite the place to be— One might say a garden shed of earthly delights. Transcendence doesn’t sound as though it’s much fun—
Yoruichi: Well, it wouldn't be very divine otherwise, would it?
#In Character#Character: YORUICHI#uraharashouten#Muse: KISUKE#crashingheavens#Link: NIGHT SKY#Incorrect Quotes#Suggestive TW#[ have this from Discord ]
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"Oi! Hayden—"
Jinta's voice rings out to him as he's about to step through the Senkaimon. Footsteps pound the dirt, drawing close rapidly and then almost comically skidding to a halt just out of arms' reach before Hayden turns around. Jinta's breathless, ruddy-cheeked, mouth working but brain clearly lagging. It's not like he's really thought through what to say next. But he's gotta say something before Hayden steps through. A beat passes as his arms dangle uselessly, then fold stoically across his chest.
"Don't die, okay?" Ugh, that came out lame. He glowers. "Don't come back dead, or I'll kill you."
INTERLUDE ONE
you are (not) damned
It is time once again to seize the reigns of command and control the battlefield.
He loathes war and yet he cannot keep immersing himself within it, sending people to die. He detests killing and yet he murders without feeling.
He is well and truly damned.
His eyes are staring at the portal which is to send him to those who need him, the dying of the Gotei is violent. They need him. He will be damned for them. However his thoughts are interrupted by a red haired kid running at him, Jinta.
Hayden can hardly look towards him, he doesn't want him to see the look within his eyes. Once warm emerald irises which held the affection of an older sibling, that had guidance, now are harsh. He'd like to feel shame but he cannot feel anything. Only the creeping feeling of battle.
His gaze is forced to Jinta when he speaks, he watches the huffing of the boy. The words he speaks are so... childish that it almost breaks Hayden. It almost forces him to his humanity. He pulls away as a sad smile settles onto his features, a large callous hand raises upwards and is placed atop Jinta's head.
He ruffles his hair.
"All men must die, Jinta. We mourn the dead, but we cherish the living." His hand rests on his head for a moment, his eyes close. A deep breath his taken as he drops his hand, and he turns to march away. His feet have a steady beat to them, unwavering. The cadence of war.
Before he enters the portal, he stops. A sudden thought occurs to him as he closes his hand into a fist, and raises it above his head. His arm stands straight, reaching towards the cloudless sky. Whatever this symbolic gesture means, he leaves to Jinta to interpret.
And he walks forward, to fulfil his duties.
@uraharashouten
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