sosukeaizeniskami:

ishidauryuu:

Ishida resisted the urge to roll his eyes as the almost nauseating aura surrounded him.

It wasn’t often that a Shinigami entered the world of the living— although he had to admit there were more showing up lately than there used to be; however the presence of the traitorous Aizen wasn’t usually one of the ones who showed up at all, let alone frequently. Yes, Ishida was well aware that Kurosaki had been the one to defeat Aizen, as well as he was also aware of the fact that they had locked the man up. Although, knowing the soul reapers and their barbaric nature, he wasn’t surprised in the that the man standing behind him was who he was; seeing as the Shinigami were so easily defeated. It probably wasn’t that hard to escape his confines.

Turning to face the older male, Ishida’s eyes narrowed slightly as perfectly manicured brows knit together. Reaching up to adjust his glasses, using the tips of his fingers on his left hand; the Quincy simply stared for a moment, eying the soul reaper with faint disinterest.

“What do you want, Shinigami.” He spoke coldly, the last word nearly hissed from between his lips. Obviously not in the mood for idle chit-chat with an enemy of not only the Soul Society, but the human world as well, the archer adjusted the shoulder strap which was currently connecting his bag to his body as he looked the male in the eyes.

Sosuke Aizen had found himself wondering the paths of Karakura town, simply for his own formal entertainment. He had already stirred up quite the travesty and simply wanted to enjoy his time causing havoc in what would seem to be perceived as a childish antic. But simply, as much time had passed, he often wanted to see the progress in power as well as the changes made with his own brown hues, rather than the collective data shown and given daily by his own loyal espada.

As he purposely rounded a corner, he sensed that the quincy boy neared, causing his own presence to be well known.  Dark irises well known by the higher being met his own dark brown orbs, the look of disdaining hatred meeting his lingering gaze to add to his utter beguilement. Giving the young male time to reminisce as such about the past proceedings of his own doing, particularly to the said town as well as Kurosaki Ichigo, his arms came to cross and lay subtly against his chest in wait whilst the other contemplated, surely, what he would do in such a situation that posed a threat, rather than hindrance as such.

From disdain to derision, the males form seemed figuratively disinterested regardless of his own higher presence, to which he found rather amusing that the quincy boy would show such arrogance. ”What an open ended question you have seemingly asked me, quincy boy, Ishida Uryuu. However, to create an answer for such a question would be endless. For now I will allow it to remain unanswered, causing you to wonder aimlessly at my very motive.” Aizen smirked accordingly at his playing words, keeping in mind full well that the male was in no mood to do so.  

How utterly cocky. Ishida thought, withholding the urge to roll his eyes at Aizen’s words. It’s no wonder the Shinigami cannot stand him, despite him being one of their kind. He is positively annoying. Musing quietly to himself, the archer’s lips pursed into a tight, thin line as he refused to snap back at the other with some witty comment. Of course, he realized, this was the first time he had ever spoken with the male, one on one; and although he hadn’t truly witnessed Aizen’s greatest power, he was well informed, considering he both knew and saw how Ichigo himself had ended up and he was the Soul Society’s last resort.

Shinigami, Ishida’s mind hissed. They can’t do anything without a human helping them, can they? Closing his eyes for a moment, Ishida reached up to adjust his frames and the light managed to reflect off his spectacles, causing a slight glare to momentarily hide his eyes from the others’ sight. Most people would be backing off right now, he supposed— seeing as Aizen wasn’t one to deal with, nor even speak to, when by ones self. Ishida, however, was not the least bit intimidated by the likes of Aizen, and knew very well that if need it be, he could escape most likely unharmed.

Now, getting back to the subject at hand, Ishida glanced up at the taller male as his hand slid down the strap of his bag, to lay lifelessly at his side. Wondering if they could even have a ‘human’ conversation without something coming up (such as dense soul reapers who would most likely only anger the traitor) he decided that it was best to ignore the male’s crude sense of humor if he further teased the Quincy with his words and light, mocking tone.

“I do not care if you deny me answer to that question, Aizen.” Ishida stated simply, giving the other a flat, somewhat bored look. “Your business is of course, none of mine— I am only to see to the human world, and make sure it remains in tact. Perfectly safe.” Raising an eyebrow at the other, he slid his opposite hand onto his hip. “I suppose you won’t bother answering any other questions that will escape my lips, so I won’t bother asking any.”

The lord chuckled, quite amusedly. ”It seems your mundane is an interesting female.”

“Interesting?” Ishida raised an eyebrow. “More like an impulsive teenager.” Sighing softly, Ishida closed his eyes as he shook his head.

Anonymous sent:
Aizen :D
  • Mun ►Muse

Mun: Fucking. Aizen. Sosuke.
Muse: I think that—
Mun: FUCKING. AIZEN. SOSUKE.
Muse: As you can tell, she—
Mun: WE SHARE A BIRTHDAY.
Muse: …I hardly think that’s a reason to admire someone.
Mun: WE HAVE THE SAME EYE COLOR.
Muse: Yes, but—
Mun: HE’S PRETTY.
Muse: ….I think I’m fighting a losing battle here.
Mun: HIS VOICE THOUGH, HNNG.
Muse: ..Yes, most definitely a losing battle. [Never ended up getting his opinion in there.]

Anonymous sent:
Kurosaki Isshin :D
  • Mun: ► Muse:

Mun: Don’t get me started on Isshin! I love him, I used to role-play him but…

Muse: He’s a loudmouthed brute, much like his unintelligible son and needs to learn when not to kick your child’s guest.

Mun: In other words, he had a bad experience which made him have to get new glasses after a mysterious kick to the face and wouldn’t like to talk about it…

So, what replies do I owe? I believe I owe Aizen two replies, one on this account and the other on Byakuya’s. Do I owe anyone else a post or something of the sort?

Mun vs Muse: send me a subject (or a character) and we'll talk about them!

(Source: goodnight-sweet-prince)

jakeygoesrawr sent:
hey ishid- kitty! -giggles-

Ears flattening against the top of his head, Ishida’s tail flicked irritably as he avoided the others’ gaze. “Do say that you’re here to speak with me in a way that is not teasing.”

Of course, Ishida thought. Of course the Shinigami all seem to find me when I’m turned into something due to a magical anon. Holding in a sigh, the archer reached up to adjust his glasses as he glanced over at the older female, before giving her a rather… Distant greeting. “Good morning, Soifon-San.” He greeted simply, not bothering to use captain suffixes.

Ishida is going to disappear now, for the night. Its nearly four in the morning, so he would prefer to reply to Aizen after being well rested, for he is sure to mess up in his current state while replying. Other than that, he bids you all a good night, and will be on in a couple of hours.

orihikoinoue:

ishidauryuu:

Hey, you were the one who started seducing Ryuken with Ishida climbing up on his lap again. :C

OOC: HEY, HE CRAWLED ON HIS LAP FOR SOME SNUGGLES AND DADDY LOVE! You’re the one who brought out the string and started molesting him, pffffff— you damn tease.

YOU KNOW RYUKEN CANNOT HELP HIMSELF AROUND HIS ADORABLE SON WHO LIKES TO CLIMB UP ON HIS DAMN LAP EVERY TIME HE COMES BY.

OOC: …sghkdkgjhsdg—

Hey, you were the one who started seducing Ryuken with Ishida climbing up on his lap again. :C

OOC: HEY, HE CRAWLED ON HIS LAP FOR SOME SNUGGLES AND DADDY LOVE! You’re the one who brought out the string and started molesting him, pffffff— you damn tease.

shinedaphne:

#bleach #ichigouryuu #yaoi #ishidauryuu #kurosakiichigo #boyslove #bl (Taken with instagram)

shinedaphne:

#bleach #ichigouryuu #yaoi #ishidauryuu #kurosakiichigo #boyslove #bl (Taken with instagram)

@ishidauryuu / sofuckingcute.

orihikoinoue:

ishidauryuu:

orihikoinoue:

He shook his head in disagreement. “Cute is cute, Ishida-san!” Protesting harshly against the Quincy, Orihiko crossed his arms. “The Ishida-san I knew didn’t mind being called cute..” he mumbled under his breath. Obviously, there were some differences between the female Ishida-san, and the male Ishida-san. 

“Are you fine with me calling you cool, then?” He puffed out his cheeks, pouting. ‘Cool’ suited him, but right now, it was most defiantly cute. Nothing else would change his mind.

Brows remaining creased, Ishida lifted his knees up to his chest before wrapping his arms around them. Tail flicking, he curled the object around his legs as well as his ears flattened against the top of his head and that small pout which had formed upon his lips remained in place.

Although the ‘cool’ remark made him feel slightly better— his mood swings were much different as a neko. Whereas, by now his human form would take that as a stroke to his ego and begin stuttering things embarrassingly— he just sat there, as a half-cat half-human form, still pouting. Still not amused. “It’s fine.” He spoke reluctantly, shifting uncomfortably as his cat senses started to kick in; and the urge to want to be pet rose.

The pout now shifting to a frown, he could see Ishida-san was upset about.. something. He was still pouting. It was a different reaction than that of what he would usually receive. Perhaps he angered Ishida-san again?

Feeling his chest become heavy, Orihiko let out a sigh and commented, “Fine, Ishida-san. You’re not cute anymore.” He turned his head slightly. He couldn’t protest against this male any further. Seeing that he was now quite upset, perhaps it’d be best not to anger him any further.

Hearing the sigh escape Orihiko’s lips caused one of Ishida’s cat ears to flick. Frowning slightly, Ishida drifted his gaze upwards to glance at the male’s face as he listened to the orange haired teen speak. Blinking for a moment, Ishida looked away— before slowly getting up and crawling towards the other male; sitting down beside him afterwards as his tail began to flick.

“Thank you.” He mumbled quietly, a soft purr beginning to escape his system. A light flush graced the archer’s features as he looked down at his lap, and his tail began to sway in a repeated motion as he began to toy with a loose string on his shirt.

Ryuken, kindly stop teasing your neko son on Skype.

[3:01:51 AM] Muku (Ishida): Feeling the lick to his own cheek caused Ishida to purr more honestly as his expression softened and his eyes remained focused on the piece of yarn. Turning as his father instructed him to do so, he sat down on Ryuken’s lap as he placed his hand on the arm which held him— his other hand, however, reaching up to continue to bat at the string as he leaned back and gently headbutted the side of Ryuken’s shoulder; nuzzling his ear against the male’s suit.

[3:05:25 AM] 1 0 0 9 9 1 (Ryuken/Orihiko-Mun): “You sure do like this piece of yarn, don’t you?” Waving it around more and lifting it up higher, he held onto his teenage son, who seemed more like a curious five year old at this point. It was cute, all in all. Feeling Uryuu nuzzle against  his shoulder, he flinched slightly. Shaking his head, he brought his mouth to the nape of his son’s neck. Giving it a light lick, his hand that was around the boy’s waist started to inch its way under his shirt to touch the bare skin.

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@ishidauryuu / sofuckingcute.

orihikoinoue:

He shook his head in disagreement. “Cute is cute, Ishida-san!” Protesting harshly against the Quincy, Orihiko crossed his arms. “The Ishida-san I knew didn’t mind being called cute..” he mumbled under his breath. Obviously, there were some differences between the female Ishida-san, and the male Ishida-san. 

“Are you fine with me calling you cool, then?” He puffed out his cheeks, pouting. ‘Cool’ suited him, but right now, it was most defiantly cute. Nothing else would change his mind.

Brows remaining creased, Ishida lifted his knees up to his chest before wrapping his arms around them. Tail flicking, he curled the object around his legs as well as his ears flattened against the top of his head and that small pout which had formed upon his lips remained in place.

Although the ‘cool’ remark made him feel slightly better— his mood swings were much different as a neko. Whereas, by now his human form would take that as a stroke to his ego and begin stuttering things embarrassingly— he just sat there, as a half-cat half-human form, still pouting. Still not amused. “It’s fine.” He spoke reluctantly, shifting uncomfortably as his cat senses started to kick in; and the urge to want to be pet rose.