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"Why this hunch you're speaking of me specifically?"

"He tried for the cheese, but had to settle for the whine."

#[[ because you're so often cheesy or whiny my guy #and sometimes both ]] #[[ me after posting nothing IC for over a month #shows up to let the muse get roasted ]] #MUSE::Kisuke

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What would your muse get banned from Lowe's for?

(Answer in the tags.)

#Kisuke: Trying on all the lampshades as hats #...and rewiring the lighting display to blink like a Christmas tree #Jinta: lockpicking the spraypaint cage and tagging the ceiling #Ururu: using bags of sand for kickboxing practice #Tessai: bringing a propane tank inside and attempting to test out the grills in the store #[[ dash games ]]

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I knew that was canon.

#MUSE::Ururu #[[ still trying to figure out what this whole panel references tbh #Is Ichigo Ultraman? Are the twins the Mothra fairies? #Is Ururu Demaaga? Neronga? ]]

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What Godzilla Kaiju Are You?

Heisei Godzilla

You're sad, and a night owl. You're a good person at heart and you want to leave your mark on the world. You follow your heart more often than not, which ultimately ends in tragedy.

"I write sins, not tragedies."

Tagged by: @midnightactual

Tagging: Feel free--

#[[ well that's depressing #but oddly fitting ]] #[[ dash games ]] #MUSE::Ururu

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What Godzilla Kaiju Are You?

Biollante

People find you beautiful and terrifying. You're able to tackle your fears and know when to lay off and dissolve into the sky with an overlay of a dead girl whose DNA you share. You have a collection of succulents that you've named.

"People find me beautiful?!"

Tagged by: @midnightactual [[ thank you! ]]

Tagging: If you're seeing it, you're doing it!

#[[ I didn't even know this kaiju but #but after reading the wiki I'm like #welp ]] #[[ dash games ]] #MUSE::Kisuke

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A wild ship ride of Titanic proportions

@hirak0s & @uraharashouten

#[[ oh my god this is a glorious mess #truly a thing of beauty befitting these two 😂]] #[[ HOW do I still not have a ship tag for these dumbasses? xD ]] #[[ i heartily endorse this product and/or service! || promo ]] #hirak0s

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Sir, put those hands away.

#[[ pfffft ]] #[[ sorry— it’s not Sunday anymore #but this was too funny not to share ]] #MUSE::Kisuke #[[ anime cap ]]

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urahara

#MUSE::Kisuke #[[ fan art ]]

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I enjoyed several things about making this piece.

Based off this post I was tagge din by @depressed-and-sour-lemon-bite.

Please do not repost without my permission nor without credit.

#[[ I need this on my blog xD #it lives rent-free in my head but I couldn't FIND it ]] #[[ thanks for reblogging it xD ]] #MUSE::Kisuke #[[ fan art ]] #Urahara Kisuke #Hirako Shinji #Me and the lads are absolutely sauced rn #Kisuke.art

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They said still waters ran deep, and that certainly seemed to be the case for the soft-spoken Quincy. He'd posed a metaphysical puzzle—himself, no less—just to pan for gold. It was perhaps a bit unfair; she hardly knew him, after all... which made her diplomatic answer all the wiser.

And now she'd turned the question 'round and pointed it back at him—and that in turn was entirely fair... which was the problem. He blinked several times.

"On the contrary, I believe you're right," he answered at length. Tolstoy had said it well: Human beings are like rivers; the water is one and the same in all of them but every river is narrow in some places, flows swifter in others; here it is broad, there still, or clear, or cold, or muddy or warm.

"I'm afraid I'd make a poor judge insofar as my own case is concerned. I can only imagine how history may judge me... and I'm sure it will depend on who are the historians at the time. I do hope they'll be merciful."

❝ oh, i’m no innocent. but evil? you tell me. ❞

Brows furrow curiously at the man's words. Not innocent, but questionably evil? She can't help the curiosity piqued at his obscure wording. It could mean a lot of things, but -- It didn't matter too much. As long as he wasn't hurting anything, right?

"I don't believe anyone is inherently evil." River confessed with a soft smile, "I think... we may side on things that make sense as good or evil, but we exist because of balance within us. Even acting evil may not necessarily mean we are evil." Of course she's apt to believe everyone has good in them. Even if its been buried away by tragedies.

"But -- what do you think, Urahara-san? Do you believe you're evil, or good? Neither, or both?" A helpless warmth finds her cheeks, "Do you think I'm wrong?"

#MUSE::Kisuke #ERA::Progress(); #ofrosegold #[[ I finally reply! ]]

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Tessai appeared to consider this as he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and removed his spectacles. Perhaps it would be expected at this point to wrap them in said handkerchief and stow them safely in his pocket, but instead, he polished them and replaced them upon his face. After all, he did not usually engage in combat without them.

He stood stolidly, quite visibly prepared: an immovable object to her irresistible force. "If I may ask, which one?"

“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.

#MUSE::Tessai #ERA::Forward(); #BOND::BearHug( sledgehammer and iron belle ); #apocalyta-secundus

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"Oh—that's not what I meant but I'm sure the Shōten has something like that if you'd like."

"But if you're looking to branch out, there's also the tarantula jerky..."

         "Is it a candy spider? Like a gummy candy spider?"

#MUSE::Ururu #ERA::Progress(); #cannonfullofcanons

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A White Day drabble for @hirak0s

He'd drawn a hot bath—but not too hot. After all, the idea was to coddle, not cook, and he'd not risk going above 38.3°C lest he endanger future developments. He'd added to it salts, and scents—and bubbles! A towering, frothing mass of bubbles that resembled a snowdrift... and might remind her of their winter adventures, if the bath itself did not. Of course he'd supplied the room with fluffy bleached towels, and creamy lotions and white talcums to be applied afterwards. The fragrance of jasmine and white lilies—just a hint, so as not to overwhelm her delicate senses—perfumed the air. In the hands of a true craftsman, a bath could be a magical experience. Or so he hoped.

Standing behind her, Kisuke steered Ayame, hands covering her eyes, slowly toward his pièce de résistance.

"Aaaaaaand voila!" he exclaimed, dropping his hands to her shoulders. "Happy White Day, Ayame-chan." Grinning, he bent to nuzzle the top of her head.

A few minutes later, when he'd helped relieve her of her garments and settle in, he took the liberty of joining her, sliding into the opposite end to face her. "In case you're wondering," he said, reaching for one of her feet and cradling it in his hands, "there will be sweets. I've managed to make some almond nougat." His hands began to knead the sole, thumbs pressing in opposite circular motions. "And some traditional homemade marshmallow!" He sounded rather pleased with himself. "But I believe water would prove to be their natural enemy, so I'm afraid they'll have to wait to be enjoyed until afterwards. For now... my hands will be your treat."

#MUSE::Kisuke #ERA::Forward(); #BOND::BrightIris( in your eyes ); #hirak0s

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"Oh ho~" And what if? "Retaliation for impaling me... now I wonder what could be done in kind? I'm afraid the only weapon at my disposal right now is a bit blunt for that purpose..." As, admittedly, was his suggestive banter; painfully so. Perhaps that already made them even.

She tried to slip his grip—not very hard, he noticed. "Ohhhh no you don't," he chuckled, muscles drawing taught as he secured it with just the right amount of force, tugging her slightly closer. Soon her breath would grace his face, and more than that— but she remained playfully evasive, baring her fangs, though he could tell there was no longer any real bite in the bark.

Yet didn't he have to ask? That had rather been the point of this exercise, hadn't it, learning not to take without giving, not to assume or presume upon her willingness to follow blindly, but instead to make her equal partner in their enterprise... of course he must ask.

But it's been said that in matters of negotiation that one oughtn't ask a question without first knowing the answer—and he already had it in those shaky knees.

"Now that we've reached an agreement we mustn't risk a breakdown," he smirked. "Better to begin again on solid ground..." A thigh rose and shifted between hers, just as one hand tugged and the other pushed—the overall momentum of the motion meant to topple her off-balance until their positions were reversed, him kneeling between her legs, hands now pinning hers to the mat. His face grinned down at her amidst a flaxen tangle, as as it approached hers. "I believe tradition calls to seal a promise with a kiss..."

All those subtle movements. Sounds. The song of his pain and hitched breaths beneath the commands of her hands, her blades, and the vicious sand. There was something in this shared trust between them that always managed to drag her back to her senses. To overcome doubt, and intrusive thought. Drawn his way like a hummingbird to flower, eager for the nectar that it may provide.

With what needed to be done, completed, she was instantly at the mercy of his grip. Her small form pulled forward as he lay back, dragging her ever closer with her knees positioned either side of his hips. A tiny tug; devious in the moment it appeared and vanished once more. Lips slightly parted, listening to the sound of his tongue glide along his own lips.

She's suddenly longing to experience those lips. That tongue. To feel his hands hold her; restrain her as roles switched back and forth between them like an endless game.

"What if I want you to retaliate?" Jezebel purred. A challenge placed in veiled threat to what she may do if he decides against it. She had been in charge, and now she wonders what he'll do with the power he has over her in their present positions. A slight tug on his hold just to get the point across. Provoking a response.

Slowly the distance would close. Lingering softly close to his lips with breaths washing against his own, aching to completely remove any separation so they may know one anothers kiss again, and again. But she restrains herself. Teases as her teeth would nip lightly along the bottom edge of his lower lip.

"Willing? You have to ask?" she questioned, "You should be warned, however~" Leaning up to whisper into his ear, "Shaky knees may be a dead giveaway."

#MUSE::Kisuke #ERA::Progress(); #BOND::SinteredSoul( unexpected; but not unwelcome ); #soulxfragments #You skewered me-- now turnabout's fair play~

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"Well..." His ebullient smile turned modest as he shrugged. "I've been known to conduct a motor vehicle." It was of course an understatement, and he'd know that she would know, in the simple way she always seemed to know about him. "And that is indeed our van. It's handy for emergency supply runs."

He paused, eyes drifting ceilingward and slightly askance. "It corners rather well, at speed."

But there must be some purpose to her having made a special visit here just to ask, mustn't there? "Were you... looking to hire a driver? Have something delivered? If it's large and heavy, I've got two strong men here—well, one and nineteen-twentieths—that you could borrow..."

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Continued from here

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.

#MUSE::Kisuke #ERA::Progress(); #[[ me trying to remember how old Jinta is xD #(It's... 2011? So he's 19) #and age of majority in Japan 2011 was 20 #just to make one stupid joke involving fractions ]] #[[ that's not even plot-relevant I HATE IT HERE xD ]]

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#Kisuke.aesthetic

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From Klub Outside:

2024.02.19

Q583. 千年血戦篇で空鶴が一護を霊王宮に送り出す際、『たとえそれで、叔父貴が悲しむことになったとしてもな』と一護と一心の繋がりを知っている様子でした。これは空鶴がなんとなく勘づいていたのか、それとも藍染との決着後など作中で描かれていない所で面識のある死神や志波家とのやり取りなどがあったのでしょうか？ A583. 空鶴は最初(9巻)から霊圧で気づいていました。 だから岩鷲を一緒に行かせています。 勿論後日喜助からの連絡も入っています。

Q583. When Kūkaku sends Ichigo to the Soul King Palace in the Thousand-Year Blood War arc, she appears to be aware of the connection between Ichigo and Isshin saying "even if it means making uncle sad." Did Kūkaku somehow sense this, or was there some interaction between her and the Shiba clan or Shinigami she was acquainted with in places that are not depicted within the story, after the situation with Aizen was resolved, for instance?

A583. Kūkaku has been aware of this through Ichigo's Reiatsu since the beginning (volume 9). That's why she let Ganju go with him. Of course, she also received a message from Kisuke at a later time.

Translation: reikorun

In chapter 78, at their first meeting, Kūkaku's looking directly at Ichigo, knowing he's Isshin's son. Shiba men tend to be fools that rush in... and that's worked out great for Isshin and Kaien, hasn't it? Let's not have a repeat.

But she's still willing to go along with this plan because 'Urahara's involved.' I've been puzzling over that line for years, wondering what sort of history between Kūkaku and Kisuke was implied there. But when I went back to the original Japanese panels, something stood out to me.

Kūkaku is actually saying: "If Urahara's also involved, how could I possibly say no?"

First of all, her reluctance is evident in the wording, so it's not the enthusiastic "Kisuke's involved? Well why didn't you say so?!" that I've imagined in the past. But more to the point, it's that Kisuke's also involved. He and Yoruichi are cooperating and think this is a good idea. The nuance is much more: "If both of you are in agreement, I guess I'll have to go along."

This puts a different spin on the situation, painting Kūkaku as the third musketeer who's outvoted here. Perhaps she'd prefer not to risk any more foolhardy Shiba men, just as she laments as she's sending off Ichigo to the Soul King Palace in TYBW, but it's enough to know that Yoruichi and Kisuke agree. Which, I think, they do because backing Ichigo in this plan is the best way to honor everything Kaien stood for. By chapter 518, Kūkaku believes it, too.

#Klub Outside #[[ meta ]] #[[ I think it's noteworthy that Yoruichi and Kisuke agreeing on something #is significant enough to make Kuukaku take it seriously. ]] #Shiba Kuukaku #Kurosaki Ichigo #Urahara Kisuke #Shihouin Yoruichi