YOUR HOLLOW KING

                           ❝Hmmm…. There’s a man with a mustache…. Then rather FLOWERY individual…. A man but he acts very feminine…. Umm…. A snippy lady with pigtails…. & then a really pretty boy…❞ They were FAIRLY vague descriptions, but Chiyo had really only seen them in passing. It wasn’t like she’d committed their visage to memory. ❝I’m not certain. I’ve only ever seen the four of them from a distance & NEVER spoke with them.❞

@trepxdora​ Side eyes skele gramps

So it WORKED? Quantity over quality, she supposed…                            ❝Formerly DECEASED arrancar. My captain recovered them from the octava’s lab & resurrected them.❞ A couple of them were rather MOUTHY from the interactions Chiyo had had with them── while one or two of them seemed rather resigned to their new fate. ❝I’m not sure of their names. Taichou doesn’t really let them interact with us TOO much.❞

                         It takes LITTLE effort to put two & two together. He had to have been referring to Starrk. & in the case of WHY he wanted to remain in Soul Society… Chiyo wasn’t keen on divulging such information. She HAD to protect their future. So she would play dumb on the matter & hope to shift the subject.                         ❝There are a NUMBER of arrancar that seem to have taken up residence in Soul Society. My division alone harbors four. Though I wouldn’t say they’re here of their OWN accord.❞

“It sounds as though you’re attempting to convince yourself of your supposed necessity. Or perhaps you’ve realized it just as I have; you’re no God or King without souls to crush beneath your heel. You need them far more than they might want you.” Though surely there were those that would rejoice at the familiarity of Baraggan’s presence, Harribel wasn’t the only one who stood firm by her belief of strength in numbers. Hollow and Arrancar were capable of independent thought, but it seemed as though he couldn’t accept that those thoughts were independent of his existence. 

“I’ve long deafened my ears to your pitiful self-aggrandizing. It’s as I said —Hueco Mundo has no need of you. There is no place here for your imposed dominion.”

“Do you need convincing of life’s simple truths? Is that how far into destitution you’ve fallen?” Claw stretches skyward, curling all but one digit to make his point. “Must I teach you that the sky is up? Must I point out every grain of sand and remind you of it’s quality? My necessity seeps into the fabric of this world, you treasonous drudge. Because you are capable of thought, you play as though others should suffer your delusions.” Clearly his absence had addled her mind further than it had always been, trudging in the muck of ignorance.

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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋:   tired eyes.   coffee stains on the table.   listening to the bustle of the city.   unmade beds.   ponytails.   sunlight seeping through the curtains.   chapped lips.   walking barefoot across the floorboards.   dusty dictionaries.   black and white reruns.   huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock.   hearing birds in the morning.   fireplaces.  falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: freckled skin.   the sun rising.   watching the sea.  taking shots of the city.   historical museums.   bright eyes.   looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons.   tracing your fingers on the sand.  painting for hours.   staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks.   messy braids.   going to bed with your kneesocks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄:   dark hair.   a little sophisticated.   always observing the world around you. intricate designs.   high ceilings.  extravagant musical pieces.   dim room lights.   colorless photographs. fancy furniture.   pale skin.  hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks.   bitten nails.   candlelight dinners.   dark shades of lipstick.  

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋: chandeliers.   the clinking of a teacup mug.   laced clothing.   modern architecture.   light hair. watching the view from the terrace.   hidden birthmarks.   drinking tea in the morning.   wandering about in an empty building.   botanical gardens.  old films.  ancient marble sculptures.   expensive perfume cologne.   breakfasts in bed.   reading stories about mythology.

@asobishinshin​: suddenly appears with dramatic flair, his cherished kimono billowing behind him as he cants his head to the side. his hand held the tip of his sakkat and only the small grin on his lips is seen. ' hm, what do we have here? a certain 'king' that lost his way? '

Greeting comes only in the form of a raised hand, a palm of bone ordering the intruder to wait. Baraggan was holding court for the masses of Rukongai, ascertaining their will, the desires of the downtrodden. Complaints and concerns fell short to silence at the sight of the stranger, stalling the proper proceedings. 

Few among them had bartered, in their own small ways, for the longevity of their kind. Even if they were unknowing to the bargain struck with God. Measured allowances and carefully timed adulation. To crush the Gotei 13 would be in poor form.

But the filth that scurried at the outskirts, in squalor and ruin irked him. They were born of the same matter as the Shinigami, no? The same composition, the same origins. Yet walls were erected between the two, as nobility might shun the peasant folk. Commoners ought not divide among themselves.

What use did they have to their liege if they could not function as a cohesive unit.

“You think me cruel?”

From the shadows of a dilapidated structure peered an urchin, gangling and malnourished. Eyes filled with loathing, frustration, despair. The guillotine ceased it’s swing, resting over one of the many bodies strewn about. Had one sired this brat?

“I am divine, child. Take solace in that. There is nothing cruel in the whims of God, only what ought to be.” Cavernous holes turned towards the looming city, the center of the Soul Society. “It is your Shinigami that are cruel. That you should waste in the ruins of their making, that the sheep should die without shepherds.”

An elderly man trembles, hand hovering uncertainly before him. A bead of sweat drips from his brow, eyes drifting from the game at hand to the vanishing corpse at his side. The previous contender. 

The previous loser.

“Of course I don’t have any money you sniveling worm, I am a King-- Yes, a King ought to have wealth but where I’m from we don’t-- Hueco Mundo, the land of the Hollow-- It doesn’t matter if you haven’t heard of--”

‘ leave soul society out of your plans. you have all of hueco mundo to deal with. fix that first and then think of something else. do you honestly think the shinigami are going to let you conquer them? are you out for a death wish? because that’s a fool’s ambition what you got going on right now. ‘

big sigh energy. ’ just leave me be. i don’t care what you want. i’m not interested in your affairs. do your thing and i’ll do mine. far, far away from you. you got me, old dude? ’

@solitariusdeluna​: if you came all the way to soul society for me, then i'm disappointed in you. because, one, i'm not your fraccion. and two, you have no business chasing after me. i do what i want. so can you not be a royal pain. thanks.

Perfectly good meme: missed unu