#Xcution

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BLEACH Soul Resonance

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Bleach Volume 53.5 - "Bad Blood Exhaust"

Jackie was always one of my favorite, underrated characters and seeing how she is one of the few Fullbringers to never get a Volume Cover, I decided to make one myself. Nothing special here - just a simple edit with Manga panel, title and a volume name based on the chapter of the same name.

You can read what the Volume is about here > Fulbring Arc Should Have Been Chad's Arc

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[epraim1992]

Lille Barro's Godlike Power

In my opinion Lille Barro is the most interesting member of the Schutzstaffel.

He is the first Quincy that Yhwach granted a Schrift which makes him believe that he is Yhwach's greatest creation/masterpiece.

Despite not being part of the Soul King like the other members he had the powers of a god and led the Schutzstaffel or so it seems.

Lille Barro was quick to correct Oetsu when he stated that he gain an additional power when he was revived through Auswahlen but I think was a hint to why he is so powerful.

I have a theory that Lille Barro's original Schrift was A: The Axis. I think like Uryu he received the same letter as Yhwach.

While Uryu received it because he was Yhwach's successor, I think Lille Barro got it because Yhwach's Almighty was sealed by Ichibei so a replacement was needed.

I think Lille Barro's original power had to do with the optical axis. According to Wikipedia it's the "imaginary line that passes through the geometrical center of an optical system such as a camera lens, microscope or telescopic sight." Which fits with his sniper aesthetic. The emblem on his eye looks like a crosshair. His eyes and third eye lid in his second Vollständig form are reminiscent of camera lenses. I think it gave him a superior eyesight for sniping.

Letzt Stil has an ability similar to Sklaverei. I think similar to Quilge he used it to absorb a soul and that soul being a Fullbringer. I think when Lille Barro restored his powers his new power awakened changing his Schrift.

I don't know if X has any special mean to the Fullbringers but I think this a big clue to Lille Barro's connection to Fullbringers.

Fullbringers can manipulate the the soul in objects. It was explained all things in the world have souls.

I think this ability augmented Lille Barro's powers allowing him to penetrate all.

I think it explains why his Vollständig is so unique among the Sternritter and why he as a second form. Similar to Ichigo having two Zanpakuto Lille Barro has two sources of powers.

He had similar powers to Aizen and in Bleach one way to Godhood is the pouring of one soul into another to sublimate it.

[blue-dream-rhapsody]

It occurs to me that when Kugo and Yukio have their confrontation

Yukio says that what he is trying to do will depend on what it is Kugo wants

At which point Aura appears and is all “You should join Lord Tokinada he’s looking to turn the world upside down too”

Kugo rejects this with really no waffling and of course prompts Tsukishima to try and take Yukio back with a bookmark, which seems like it would be the most predictable move he would make. And then we learn that quite literally the moment Aura approached Yukio it was with the explicit aim in mind of relaying what Tokinada and the Tsunayashiro family had done (in relation to Fullbringers) to Yukio in a way Tokinada couldn’t notice. Knowing, with Tsukishima as a conduit, it was very likely for that information to get passed to Kugo—and he would do only one fucking thing to Tokinada once he knew what he was responsible for.

I don’t know. Something about Aura naming the cult X-cution and while none of the members have any idea about this, there being this plan in mind that meant it would also be acting for Kugo in this way like an extension of Xcution. That it was with certainty named that with the express purpose of getting our Xcution’s attention. Aura’s primary goal is for sure to save Hikone by removing Tokinada, but even if Kugo on her side is just means to that end it’s still unquestionably in a way that saves him too.

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[bethanythebogwitch]

Chapter 16 is out! Karin and Ichigo face the might of Xcution, leading to Karin getting a power-up. Meanwhile Yuzu finds out some secrets about her family and the Gotei 13 and the Royal Knights prepare to face the D-Reaper.

So I literally wrote two chapters of a fanfic on a whim with no idea what's going to happen next. It's not even the fic I was planning on writing next.

Anyway here's the link. It's a Digimon and Bleach crossover.

[dtdrawz]

wip of a "draw six characters" esque meme

[nitpickrider]

Dude you attacked the most personally popular mutant on the planet, the one most likely to get the "one of the good ones" badge from even the most stuck up asshole in the room, and you did it DURING her award's ceremony at the fucking Grammys! YOU are personally responsible for her album's next two rounds of platinum! X Men Unlimited Infinity 104

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BLEACH ARC

[qin-qin16]

for the sanshipping: dust teaching cross how to flirt. i think it will be cute if dust is lowkey flirting with cross (terribly of course), and cross is flustered by the attention :)

[Xcutioner, Cross doesn’t know how to flirt, poor guy, verbal dust here, we bully Cross in this house…]

note: first sans ship ask done!

"Wait, are you saying you've never...?" Dust let the words hang, hoping Cross would complete them. 

That is, if the poor skeleton hadn't curled up on the couch, hiding the purplish blush on his face beneath his long scarf.

“Seriously?” Dust exclaimed in disbelief, lightly shaking the cigarette between his fingers. “I always thought you were the type that made guys and girls run after you.” A laugh escaped his teeth as Cross replied something, but all Dust could hear were some incoherent grumbles, muffled by the ever-present scarf.

Taking one last drag from the cigarette, Dust adjusted himself more comfortably against the couch's armrest, watching Cross burrow deeper into the cushions. “You don’t need to be embarrassed; it’s common for people not to know how to flirt.” There was no comfort in Dust’s voice; on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy making Cross even more nervous, grinning mockingly at the curled-up figure beside him.

Seeing his teasing take effect, Dust couldn’t suppress the lazy smile that reached his eyes, especially when Cross quickly emerged from beneath the scarf, revealing his skull painted with embarrassment.

“I know how to flirt!” he corrected, not very confident but still brave enough to meet Dust’s gaze — feeling small under those two red orbs that glimmered mischievously beneath the hood.

“Yeah?” Dust flicked the cigarette lightly in the air, letting some ashes fall onto the carpet as he turned to face Cross more fully. “Then flirt with me.” It wasn’t a request; Cross knew an order when he heard one.

Cross’s eyes darted up and down on Dust, searching for any crack in his composure, but the skeleton remained impenetrable. His gaze stayed fixed on Cross, savoring his nervousness like a fine dish.

“Uh… um…” Cross had never sounded so pathetic before. All that came out of his mouth were incoherent murmurs, embarrassed wordless sounds that exposed his inexperience.

The brief glimpse he caught of Dust beneath the hood — a smug expression, almost amused by the situation — made him look down, defeated by his own embarrassment.

However, Dust wouldn’t let such a delightful moment end so quickly.

Bringing his gloved hand to Cross’s face, Dust gently traced his fingertips over the other’s purple cheeks before firmly gripping his jaw and lifting his face — two white dots staring back at him again, both trembling under his gaze.

“Ah, ah, ah, eyes on me, pretty boy~” he purred, no longer an order but more of a request that Cross quickly complied with a soft whimper.

Dust took another drag from his cigarette, savoring the moment before releasing a puff of smoke into Cross’s blushed face — watching him squirm in his grip, coughing lightly as the smoke filled his nostrils.

Giving his face one last squeeze, Dust let him go, returning his hand to his pocket.

“Heh, you’re really terrible at this.”

“But—I didn’t even try!”

Dust let out a dark chuckle before letting his arm drop to his side — the smoke rising slowly. “You didn’t need to; your whimper was enough.” He laughed even louder when Cross curled back into his spot among the cushions, once again hidden beneath his white scarf.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

your hand-grenade heart

gift for lovely moot @qin-qin16. happy early birthday!! (better early than late lol) hope you don't mind lovers-to-enemies (... or is it) crossdust :3

2k+ words of sadness. no warnings applied... i think.

cross isn't sure what part of the multiverse he has stumbled into. it was a stupid decision he made on the fly, opening his own portal inside of nightmare's own to prevent the guardian of negativity from dragging him back to the hell he knows nightmare would love to put him through again. the sudden time-space disruption caused a small implosion to happen, flinging cross across the dimensional stream until he landed face-first into the hard surface of lava-surrounded rocks.

and now, he's here in this barren universe, this empty underground, walking all the way to the lab to figure out where he is. the dead silence is messing with him quite a bit - an unfortunate aftereffect after living in a white space with virtually no one else (apart from xchara) for who knows how long. he takes a deep breath in and marches forward, resolutely ignoring the deluge of frantic thoughts starting to bubble up in his mind.

when he finally arrives at his destination, the first thing he does is checking the security footage on the computer in the lab, which dates back at least two years as he can see. he skims through the footage - no soul pops up on the monitor at all. this place has been dead for a long time, which is... unsettling. is this a pacifist timeline where monsterkind has all moved to the surface? or is this a failed genocide timeline that the human refused to properly delete for some reason? either way, he has to get out of here as fast as possible.

the thing is, his multiverse travel token has been broken since his fall into this universe. without xchara's powers, cross is essentially out of luck. he doesn't think he's knowledgeable enough about the mechanics behind travel tokens to fix his own.

which means he's basically a sitting duck for anyone coming across him right now. nightmare will find him before dream can, judging by how hard cross is sweating right now.

happy thoughts, cross! he thinks to himself. happy thoughts!

easier said than done, honestly. being stuck in an angel-damned universe with no obvious dimensional travel technology is a terrible situation.

... wait. he just remembers something. killer and dust often commented on how the machine in the basement under the snowdin's house is probably designed for time-space shenanigans. it might be broken, as it is usually is in most universes, but maybe its magic signature is similar enough to that of a travel token for him to charge the token up again.

it is a farfetched idea, but he has to try regardless.

his trip to snowdin is less nerve-wracking than he thought. there's something both soothing and frightening about the white snowy landscape. there's a familiar scent in the air, an electrifying taste in the snowfall that makes cross stop in his tracks.

... it can't be, right?

cross opens the door to the house at the end of snowdin, and-

-and dust greeted him with a tired mumble from the couch. cross grinned and stole a quick peck on dust's forehead, making the hooded skeleton blink in surprise at him.

"rough day?" cross asked, to which dust nodded, quieter than he usually was. an especially tough day then.

cross hummed, joining his boyfriend on the couch. he snuggled into dust's slightly larger frame, and dust made a half-indignant half-pleased purr in his throat. cross purred back, stretching himself so that his cheek was pressed on dust's collarbones. he saw, from the corner of his eyes, dust clenching and unclenching his hands by his sides, as if he was conflicted on whether to hold cross in his arms or not. dust's body was cold, but cross didn't mind that. he waited for his body heat to gradually trickle to dust, his layered uniform keeping him warm enough in this forever-snowy weather.

as time went by, dust hesitantly wrapped his arms around cross and pulled him closer. both of them stayed there on the couch, indulging in each other's closeness. cross let out a satisfied rattle deep inside his bones. he wished this idyllic scene could go on forever and ever and-

-and he feels like he has been blasted back to the past. the couch is still the same, or maybe it has gotten even dustier. it doesn't surprise him - he was the tidier between them two after all. what surprises him is that the house is not destroyed. everything is the same as it was, as if stuck in time, a photograph of a memory left untouched in a house of still lingering ghosts. cross traces his hands on the coffee table. his hand picks up a fine layer of dust.

his feet lead him to the kitchen next, where he sees the first sign of difference: a bunch of wine bottles discarded on the floor that no one has bothered to clean up. the fridge is not closed, emitting another breeze of coldness into the atmosphere. cross sits at the dining table, as if he's in a trance, as if he's dreaming. it's been so long, and yet everything is the same.

he doesn't know what to think. he doesn't know what to feel. he puts his shaky hands on the table and-

-and waited for dust to put his plate on the table. it was a bit embarrassing, being shooed off the kitchen because he didn't know how to cook anything else but soldier rations. dust was kind enough to ban him to the dining table and order him to stay still so he could fix the surprise, now fire hazard, that cross had intended for his boyfriend.

when dust placed the dish in front of cross, the soldier didn't know what to do but hang his head in shame. dust took the seat across from him and started eating.

"dig in," dust told him, and cross reluctantly picked up his spoon and slowly ate through it.

"uhm, look..." cross stammered, embarrassed. "i'm sorry about the fire. i didn't know the stove would do that..."

"it's fine," dust said, flippantly. "it wasn't a big fire anyway."

"yeah, but still..."

"i think it's quite cute of you to try to cook a surprise meal for me, cross," dust interrupted what cross had to say, and cross flushed.

"oh! uh..." cross scratched his head, laughing nervously. "it's our one-year anniversary. i just wanted to make you something nice..."

dust looked at him, a smile in his white eyelights. "like i said, it's cute. i appreciate it." he looked down at his plate. "no one has given me a nice gift in a long time."

cross felt his face get even hotter. he placed his spoon on the table, ready to say the words he'd been putting off for a while, and-

-and he resists the urge to flip it. is it anger singing in his veins, or frustration? or something else? he can't tell. all the memories here are suffocating in its sweetness, as if taunting him with a past that is no more.

it's dangerous to feel this way towards an enemy. it's his job now to protect other people from nightmare and his gang. penance for what he has done.

and yet, he can't help walking up the stairs. he can't help opening the door to their bedroom. he can't help staring at the untouched state of it. his - or more like dust's now - little plushies are still on his corner of the bed they have picked and put in the room. his shelf of comics are still there next to dust's shelf full of fiction novels. the crudely molded little ceramic rabbit he has made for dust still sits on the table, facing the window. everything is the same as it was. the same as the day he left dust behind.

*creaaak*

he doesn't know how long he has stood there at the doorway, but when he hears a click at the front door, his panic skyrockets. he quickly dashes inside the closet (where he briefly finds his monochrome clothes are still there) and holds his breath as he hears creaking footsteps coming upstairs and into the room.

peeking through the gap of the doors, he sees him. dust. his ex-lover. sitting silently on the bed, unmoving, staring outside of the window with his dull white eyelights. it's usually unsettling to see a silent dust on the battlefield, but in the domestic atmosphere of the house, dust's silence reads more as melancholic than dangerous. cross hasn't seen him like this in a long time. so still. so tranquil. so... pitiful. gone is the ferocious cannon of nightmare - what's left here is a broken vestige of a lonely being, trapping himself inside a house stuck in the past. he looks unhealthy, as if one breeze can take him down easily.

cross moves to see his former flame better, but then he accidentally steps on a coat hanger. a loud sound echoes in the silent space. and the figure on the bed twitches.

"who's there?" a murmur comes out of the hooded skeleton. cross doesn't dare breathe. dust continues, "come on. i know you're there. show your face."

cross doesn't obey. he stays still in the closet as dust walks around the place, his voice gradually getting louder.

"killer, i swear to asgore's beard, if i found you in here... i told you to get the fuck out of this universe!" a little mutter. "... yeah, yeah, you're right, paps. killer doesn't disobey nightmare, does he? must be someone else..."

cross can hear his soul beating frantically. dust walks back into the room, looking around and continuing to mumble to himself.

"might be that prissy error... though he wouldn't be stupid to destroy this universe... but that freak is crazy..."

dust swivels his head to the closet that cross is hiding in, his eyes a blazing red and blue. in a soul-stopping second, cross doesn't care that he doesn't know this place well enough anymore to do a shortcut, but he does anyway, teleporting himself to the middle of the living room. he stumbles upon crashing on the coffee table, and runs out of the front door once he hears the loud demented cackle from dust.

"i knew you're there!" he hears dust shout in delight.

cross runs and runs, uncaring of his injuries. his mind is a jumbled mess and his shallow breath is fogging up his already blurred vision.

he's gonna kill me, his inner voice yells at him. he's gonna kill me for sure. he never forgives me.

a bone attack sprouts from the ground and punctures his leg. with a pained yelp, cross collapses just as a heavy weight appears on top of him, one hand holding on his sternum.

"you fucking rat, i caught you!" he hears dust crow. "you think you can run from m-" the voice suddenly stops. "... cross?"

the grip on his sternum momentarily falters, and cross doesn't hesitate jabbing his smaller daggers right at dust's stunned face. the hooded skeleton falls back, and cross grabbed at dust's travel token, which he always keeps under his shirt, and yanks.

cross kicks at dust, hard, and wobbles on his feet again and runs. as if awaken from a nap, dust shouts, "wait! cross, wait!"

cross doesn't listen. he tries to keep as much distance as possible from dust, haphazardly teleporting through the snowy forest, all the while calibrating the co-ordinations of the token. his pain is at the back of his mind as he forces his body to power through the adrenaline.

"darling, please! don't run away!"

cross punches the co-ordinations he wants to go and pours his magic into the token. he sees it light up and breathes out a sigh of relief.

"cross!" he looks back and sees dust a few feet from him. "cross, i-"

he doesn't hear the next words coming out of dust's mouth. light envelops him as his body fractures into tiny particles traveling through the in-between of the multiverse. the last thing his eyes see before disappearing is the strange emotion on the face of his ex-lover, frozen in an anguished expression with red tears running down his cheeks. it doesn't look like dust at all.

huh. what a silly mirage he encounters.

dividers here by @\cafekitsune

[splicejunction]

one of these days I’m going to be able to read xforce #14 without clapping and cheering and punching the air that issue has everything it has rictors triumphant return and his beautiful beautiful long hair and gay little scarf it has the domino/vanessa reveal its written entirely by fabian nicieza and has beautiful terry shoemaker pencils and of course it has “no honor in running like dogs” “no honor in winding up behind bars either” but we all know about that one thanks to my hit fanfiction extraction point

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Uncanny X-Men #295 / Published: October 1992 / Artist: Brandon Peterson

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[honkinghonk]

"I did it for only two reasons. I did it because I hate you all. And I did it, ultimately, because I hate myself..."