#ichxgo

[captastrophe]

"You offered to get Toshiro Digimon merch and not me? Jackass." Ichigo kicks his counterpart in the face.

"What the-"

POW!!

The reflexes kicked and now he's in the process of kicking his (younger?) self's ass over Digimon Merc that would be in HIS universe not this little shit's over here!!! While the actual brawl was childishly small, the fact the multiverse was shaking everytime they threw hands- someone had to stop them.

Thus every Ichigo Kurosaki throughout the multiverse recieved a visit from a special Hell Butterfly directly from the Soul King himself(ves):

"ICHGO "MUTHAFACKING" KUROSAKI! I DON'T KNOW WHICH VERSIONS OF YOU ARE FIGHTING SO I'M TELLING ALL YOU TO STOP IT! I CAN HAVE IT SO THAT YOU LOOK BASIC WITH BLACK HAIR AND BE SHORTER THAN RUKIA KUCHIKI!!!!"

Just show it was a threat and a promise, they could find themselves with black hair and at the hieght of 4'11 for a soild minute before going back to normal.

"...what the fuck just happened!?!" Did someone drug him? Was he alseep and having nightmares? Of al the strange shit that's happened to him this was extreme even for him! Or well them?

The Soul King(s) continued:

"Okay, Good Boys. The multiverse isn't causing me a headache anymore with your brawling. Though while I have you all on multiverse speaker Hell Butterfly (Phone), that one version of you who became Soul King after a version of myself took a nap (died)- he said to pass the message that you all should bully the Seireitei and Huceo Mundo to make the 15th of every Month, Ichigo Day."

"...wait, what!? You're the Soul King!?! What about me becoming you after a fucking nap?" The Ichigo day did seem funny though, it this situation wasn't more wild than drugs, he would admit being into it, just to give everyone shit if nothing else. Wait he said this as basically a conference call with a bunch of Ichigos from different universe and timelines, right? Does that mean...

"...hey, can we like Unionize or something? I think being underpaid and underfucked is a common Ichigo Kurosaki experience considering all the bullshit most of us go through?" The logistics of that would even work didn't even need to be asked since that requires the Ichigo Union to be even possible first of all.

The Soul King(s?) continued:

"Hmm? Oh, that's right. For some reason the Seireitei almost always never tells you that you've been getting paid since you became a Substitute Shinigami. As for the other thing- you all REALLY don't need my help for that so long as it's version of you that has an intrest in sex at all. Though you all are one my favorire exsietneces across the multiverse so I suppose I could spoil you all a little. Look behind you, Ichi~"

Once an Ichigo looked behind him in his respective place in time and universe, he'd find the following gifts!:

A crate full of the best Chocolate Bars from around the world.

A hardback and paperback collection of Shakespeare's entire written collection.

30 Pairs of Socks, Undershirts and Boxer-briefs made extra fasionable , breathable and combat ready by Shutara(s)

Even their Inner World's were hit! There was now a giant endless Chocolate Fountain that flows endlessly so as as Ichigo lives. (Flavors depend on his mood)

"...you know, I dont even things dreams of drugs could even be this nice to us." He just catiously took one of the candy bars and unwraped them, taking a bite and moaning like teh slut for chocolate quiet a few Ichigo secretly were (others were open about it). Meanwhile, he can hear Zangetsu in back of his mind also moaning saying the Chocoklate Fountain was so good he thinks it could make him nut like a virgin.

The Soul King(s?) continued:

"Oh! One more thing before I end the call. Each of you tell your Aizen a messgae from me. Your loyal Zanpakutō Spirit gave me the inspiration for it!" Oh no. "Dear Aizen, no matter much you transcend yourself, you will never reach my level. You have too much BITCH in you and spoiler: I can have Ichibei rename you MY BITCH if since your immortal ass wants to be the BOOTLEG version of ME!"

Cue the laughter of Ichigo before the special Hell Butterfly flew away, the world was back to normal-aside from the gifts and Inner World Choclate Fountain various Ichigo's across the timelines and multiverse were blessed with by the Soul King.

SOUL KING APPROVED DEATHBERRYS: @brcidablik @kurosakixichigo @protectorkurosaki @deathssubstitute @ichxgo @kurosakilchigo + THE LOYAL ZANPAKYOUs: @mezkesmuses @shirxsaki @killerinstincts

(You, yes you reading this! Go shower all of these Ichigos and Zangetsus with love! Attention! Chocolates. Kisses. Whatever they want. They're worth it. - 4th-Wall Breaking Soul King who totally has no BIAS whatsoever.)

[wild-pineapple-butt]

@ichxgo mentioned you on a post “”:

@wild-pineapple-butt GET IN THE CAR RENJI WE'RE GOING OUT

"YAHOO. ​WHERE WE GOIN'?"

[coldheartedflame]

Closed Plotted Starter w/ @ichxgo

Yuji doesn't understand why this happened. Or more than that he knows what happened to lead him to become injured and weak like this. During a traditional family dinner they forced the Kitsune to join, Yuji knew it was nothing more than a big mistake. As always, they try to force him into an arranged marriage. A typical greedy idea they always force him to take the hand of another Kitsune. To force him to give into their greedy ways all because they wanted more riches. Yuji has refused multiple times. He wasn't afraid to refuse again.

This lead to a fight between him and his parents, threatening his life, guilt tripping him as they were tired of his attitude and defiance. One thing lead to another and his father severely injured him. His arm to his side. Sheading his kimono as his body was covered in blood. Yuji had enough. The Kitsune would transform into his fox form, hiding away his form as well as his powers so he wasn't tracked down by either of his family. No matter how mad they are, Yuji refused to go back to that place. Going back there for that 'dinner' was a bad idea anyways.

Yuji pants as he slowly crawls himself, his tail dragging behind him as he would plop up against the tree. Why he decided it was a good idea to perish right here at the entrance of the forest, where the humans reside, he doesn't know. He didn't care at this point. Violet eyes of the small fox would weakly shut, panting as he awaited for death to take him.

At least, in his mind, that's what he thinks will happen.

[lunarscaled]

"——its weird if you're sniffing people."

-> They say, like this is a completely natural behavior for some. Of course they're human; just look at them .ᐟ What else would they be .ᐣ

"Its not weird if I'm sniffling people."

@ichxgo from ask.

[samagwi]

Continued with @ichxgo from here!

His face splits in a wide grin. He's used to hunching over others, leaning down and casting a shadow over Ichigo. It was nostalgic, almost, looking at the other. Someone more sentimental would likely feel something more than whatever Nnoitra is feeling, now.

"Oh, did I poke yer soft spot? It's okay, you're not done growin', yet, are ya, Carrot Top? Or is this it?"

He gestures unceremoniously to...all of him.

[clawedxmoon]

Unprompted Asks -Always Accepting!! @ichxgo

It was nice to wander about her home free-reign with ease, the sand feeling rather warm between her toes as she meanders into the market. Zeza was tempted to get some food while here, but she was caught unawares by a taller frame colliding against her much smaller frame. A little noise of a.. Snarl..? Leaves her, ears flickering back before she looks up at the stranger, realizing he meant nothing by it. He also didn't look like he was from here... Didn't smell like it, either. Her ears flicker back up all the same, examining him silently before breaking the silence. ❝It's alright. Not many do - I am quite small.❞ She admits, letting out a little nervous chuckle as she shifts in her spot, dusting herself off slightly as her stub tail idly wiggles. ❝Don't believe I've seen you around here before. Are you new in these parts..?❞ She asked politely, folding her clawed hands together as she looks up at him expectingly with a kind smile.

[hirak0s]

" they match each other's freak. it's the only way that they work. " (probably muttered in the background to Rukia about Shinji and Urahara :) hi star)

He turned around and gave Ichigo a face... Nose pulled up eyes open, tongue out. "Y'know I CAN HEAR YA!"

[re-toji]

[@ichxgo one of the funniest and historically momentous interactions on this blog]

[aftapati]

Ichigo doesn’t knock. Doesn’t announce himself or wait for permission. He just walks in, scowling, shoulders tense, one hand in his hair like he’s halfway to pulling it out.

“I’m serious, if one more bureaucrat three hundred years dead tries to explain to me why they can’t help the living world because of some—some ancient… law that barely applies anymore, I’m gonna lose it.”

He doesn’t sit, just paces. Reiatsu too loud, but also completely beyond his notice. “It’s like they’re allergic to common sense! Half of them think paperwork and parading around in formal attire is leadership, and the other half think if they ignore a problem long enough, it’ll just…die and reincarnate. Except the problem happens to be where I live, and do you think any of them give a damn about that? I’ve never wanted to burn a building down so bad in my entire life.”

He stalks a few steps in, hands halfway to throwing up a gesture before his fingers seize like they’re wrapping around a throat. His brow twitches. “I’m not even involved in Soul Society politics—why the hell am I still getting dragged into them? No one wants to know what I think, they just want a damn mascot. And for what? I thought no one was even supposed to know I was really involved in the war? Everyone seems to know!”

( * / @ichxgo / unprompted )

Temporarily abstained from the sempiternal abyss that subsists within the construction of Muken, he had found himself ultimately adjusted his weight comfortably upon the adorned velvety material of a wooden chair. One leg was positioned upon the other, enhancing forementioned comfort of a seated posture. Gloved fingers were meticulously holding a book of his preference, whilst he would dexterously turn each susceptible and withered page one by one in timely modus, as the graceful writing printed had his consummate magnitude. A book with an unmalleable cover evidently submerged in rigid texture, bathed in obscure nuances in a synthesis with detailed engravings in a golden nuance; offering unveilment of its conspicuous age.

Notwithstanding the undesired, yet ineluctable companionship of a few officers within the Thirteen Court Guards, he was able to find tranquility within the walls of a library. A customary sight to behold in such locus, significantly differed from the habitual quietude existing in his current residence. One was birthed from solitude and confinement, as the other from the premise of said building. Yet, both kinds of stillness were welcomed by the transcendental entity, regardless.

And yet, forementioned placidness was adjourned the minute a recognizable voice caused reverberation amid the entirety of the room. Boisterous voice stemming from potent sentimentalities of irrefragable vexation and inevitable perturbance, in accordance to the tone of voice echoing cranial walls, in an amalgam with every word absconding. One unbinded hue of chestnut would glance at the sight of the young substitute, allowing the monologue of frustration to be accumulated, and effortlessly to display comprehensiveness for the reasoning of such outburst.

Ironism was apparent, as the very same individualities that claim to be comrades to the youth incarnated, are the very same ones that refuse to elaborate. Their subterranean methods were well established in the eyes of Sōsuke Aizen, and as long as things remain the same --- as long as no change of governship, ruleship is bestowed, things would only deteriorate.

Alas, that it not an issue for him to offer concentration at. Thus, he took the liberty to offer hardly a set of words, introduced in a poetic manner, as centralization was still directed at the book in his hands.

❛ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ❜

[uraharashouten]

@ichxgo asked:

LOOMS. “Say, Urahara. Is there any chance you blew a hole in the universe? No reason. Asking for a friend.”

Oh my. How does one even begin to answer such a question? He must remind himself Ichigo's not a youngster any longer; he need not be too delicate about it... he ponders beneath the overbearing presence of his former pupil as he sips his tea.

"Of all the things I have most recently blown, I can't recall that being one of them," he finally responds, "but there is always the possibility. —How well do I know this 'friend' of yours?"

[ryusxnka]

“You’re always so serious, isn’t there anything in this place that makes you laugh? Don’t you do things for fun?”

I nterminable processes, repetitious sequences, of projecting inquiries and needless assumptious commentaries unfailingly prodding, in the likeness of peckish pincers hankering for scraps of enlightening flesh, at his baricaded individualism of detached self-established solitarity with the zeal to wholly seize the entirety of his attention. - Endeavoring to attain the answers they personally sought to untangle. He peers up at the other's visage with indifferent eyes, representing unmistakable disinterest in the subject matter, 'fore obscuring them 'neath their acquiescent lids. " - Why do you feel the need to constantly pry into certain facets of my life, Kurosaki? " His exasperation was conspicuous, effortlessly perceptible, within the sheer profundity of his tonality. They speak of him as if he were naught but a piece of humanoid machinery, deficient of optimistic reactions or euphoric expressions, for the actuality that he unwaveringly commits his days, hours, and minutes to his appointed obligations, as a commandant of the Gotei Thirteen. --- A beacon of momentous strength, withholding shoulders of influentiality for those who station 'neath his administration, he could not forwardly demonstrate susceptibility, as in devil-may-care merriments and neglectfulness, so precipitously. He expires a respiration, then inhales oxygen anew. " I have hobbies like anyone else. " He states. " If I share one with you, will you then leave me to my work? "

[coldheartedflame]

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෴ - Tell us about your day. 

{Hiiiii Ash you absolute precious bean! ❤️❤️ My day so far is going good! Currently in hell at work which sucks- I don't wanna be here send help! :'D But It's been a steady day so far!! I hope you're day is going good too, lovely! ❤️}

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[taleswrittenmoving]

@ichxgo from here

Heh. At least Ichigo can agree on that much. He's a valuable ally until that allyship is over. Helping the Shinigami isn't something he'd ever thought he'd be doing but if it ensures his survival, so fucking be it. He'll help them as many times as it takes.

Doesn't mean he has to get along with any of them. He much rather stick a blade through them than talk to any of them but he's behaving himself. For now.

Lips curl into an amused smirk, head tilting at Ichigo. They're at a standstill and yet, Grimmjow wants to poke and prod until he's annoyed Ichigo to the point of anger.

What a worthy opponent, even if Grimmjow will never admit such a thing out loud.

"Once this is all over, I'm still gonna kick your ass. Until then, guess I'll have to kick their ass instead." His head turns away from Ichigo to look over in the distance, the sound of fighting still ongoing hitting his eardrums and he itches to join that fight.

Until Ichigo says something that annoys him and his head snaps in his direction with a narrowed gaze. "Ya know what? Fuck you. I didn't ask for your smart ass either but here you fuckin' are. You're a pain in the ass, I dunno why I ever help you dumbasses."

[the-pallid-king]

The room pulses with a quiet sort of tension. Smoke curls in the air from a half-finished cigarette, and the overhead light casts long shadows over the polished table between Shiro and the supplier. The guy talks too much—his voice too sharp, his posture too defensive—like he knows he’s already lost and can’t figure out how to get things back on track.

Shiro doesn’t say a word. He swirls the ice in his glass with a flick of his wrist, letting the silence press in harder.

Then the supplier says it—something cheap about loyalty, like their business has ever been about anything but money.

Click.

The magazine seats with a solid, mechanical sound. A shift in the atmosphere. The supplier’s neck twitches. One of his men glances toward the sound.

Across the room, Ichigo leans over the coffee table he’s sitting on, legs folded. He wears a loose black shirt—Shiro’s with the name of some band—neck stretched wide, collarbones bared. It slides farther when he reaches for the next piece. The oilcloth moves over matte black steel in steady strokes before he inserts the next piece. There’s no hurry in his movements. No eye contact. A series of knives sit near his knee, another half-dismantled gun. Another finished pistol waits beside his empty harness.

The supplier keeps talking. His words thin out. The last syllable catches in his throat. A pause. His eyes flick again—to the table, the gun, the man cleaning it like he’s got all the time in the world and nothing better to do.

He’s not really at the meeting. Shiro didn’t invite him, but he didn’t tell him to leave either.

Besides, his guns need cleaned. It has nothing to do with that fact that this particular guy is such a fucking piece of work.

Ichigo tilts his head, eyes flicking to the supplier and then sliding to Shiro’s. All he’d need is a nod.

It doesn’t come.

But he knows Shiro, and knows he has his attention. Can feel him watching now—watching the way the hem of that shirt rides up when Ichigo shifts, the way his hand stays loose even when he’s holding something that could kill.

Ichigo switches tools, swipes grease from his fingers and keeps cleaning.

The metallic clank of a clip being slid into place earns a twitch from the man in front of him; a reaction that has a darkly amused smirk threatening to tug at his lips. It'd be a lie if he tried to say he wasn't enjoying this. He might have to start inviting Ichigo to his meetings.

Ichigo's got the guy sweating and he's barely even looked up from what he's doing over there, seated on the coffee table like Shiro doesn't have perfectly good furniture to sit in properly. Not that it actually bothers him. And he can't really blame the man for sweating either. Shiro's sweating a little too, but for totally different reasons. Enjoying Ichigo's nonchalant display more than he should be, and a hell of a lot more than he's letting on, he's half hard and pressing uncomfortably against the inside of his jeans. It takes a considerable amount of self control not to readjust, or openly stare at Ichigo.

He wants to chew marks into exposed collarbones...

Business first. Right. Loyalty. Ok. He's got shit to do.

He sighs a quiet breath through his nose and feeds the bullshit right back, one finger tapping on the glass in his hand once. "Loyalty's why we're having this conversation at all. This is a courtesy." He takes a drink; nonchalant, casual, like Ichigo over there cleaning a gun. "We don't have to be here." It's as good as a threat. Anyone with two brain cells knows Shiro's going to get what he wants one way or another. He acts like these are choices, but they're not. He does wish this asshole would agree quicker, though, because he wants to bend Ichigo over that coffee table.

The supplier's attention drifts nervously to Ichigo again, and Shiro's glass thunks against the table top, the ice rattling.

Ichigo's earning a reputation amongst Shiro's associates. Even without an introduction, without even prior acknowledgment, he's sure the supplier knows who shares the room with them. It's hot as fuck. It's also sort of insulting because Shiro's a scary guy in his own and he likes that being known.

There's a less subtle threat in his tone now. "You're not talking with him, you're talking with me."

[titaneus]

Tulip Yellow, Rose Orange, Pine, Alstroemeria (<3)

❀ Floral Expressions ❀ || Open

'There’s Sunshine in Your Smile' She couldn't but smile at the sight of the yellow tulips. It was cute along with the orange rose 'Fascination'. Well she was definitely an odd case just like him so that would make sense.

She can't help but quirk a brow at the pine. Pity? Surely she didn't look pitiful, or maybe she did. Her neighbors often tell her she looks like she's been run over a truck whenever she came from work.

Her smile seems to broaden at the Alstroemeria a symbol of 'Friendship'. She didn't know the young man actually knew anything about flowers but it made her happy to receive such a thoughtful gift.

"These are very lovely, thank you Ichigo." It looks like she'll have to find a nice vase to keep these.

[ramxswords]

❛  I won’t run. i wouldn't be standing here if i'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome.  ❜ //fourth wing sentence starters c:

𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺

Nelliel shook her head and put her hands on her hips. What was she gonna do about this Shinigami? Ichigo would've been capable to even face death itself if he had to (no puns intended). "Ichigo, I know that yer always ready to go into action and do yer absolute best to make even the impossible possible, if it was for the greater good. But sometimes ya should think about yerself too and yer own safety. I'm not saying that we should run, but I think that it would be a better idea if we waited here for the other to arrive, then we can go face the enemy together."

@ichxgo