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RUKIA‌.

          ‘ i know. ‘ rukia huffs in response as her pace as finally slowed. ‘ forgive me. ‘ if she looks exhausted that’s really because that’s the exact case. she isn’t mistaken on the time slot at all, she’s just straight up late. the work of a mother is nonstop and never complete, the reason for her absence being behind having a meeting in reference to ichika’s apprenticeship, her progress, and the next phase of it, something she’d never shrug off or speed up for the sake of anything else. being punctual and being a parent just doesn’t align every now and then and unfortunately, this was one of those times. surely they’d all understand it’s no slight to them nor any of her other duties, life just… happens, wheel keeps on turning, everyone knows the deal. she’s already thinking on how to catch nanao in the morning to apologize along with the other members throughout the course of the week until the next meeting.

          ‘ i’m surprised you’re still here. this is quite a ways from your own barracks, isn’t it? ‘ the initial observation makes her perk up as she peeks into the empty meeting room before closing the door shut, the cozy state it’s normally in still being the constant puts her at ease some. the fact that mugen waited around to prevent her from looking any goofier touches the heart a bit, she’s grateful. ‘ are kuroda and lieutenant ôno around? you three usually aren’t far off from each other. ‘

❛ yes, well...!  ❜ mugen clicks her tongue, steepling her fingers together before her shoulders drop and she lets out a bit of a winded sigh. it was new to her, the feeling of compassion and warmth that otherwise felt vacant throughout the years since the ryoka had first stepped foot into the seireitei what feels like millennia ago. rukia was right in her assumption to think that the warden had stayed behind to wait for the captain’s arrival, as she very well had, but there was another part of her that stayed simply because of how... out of place she had felt the entire duration of the meeting. it was easy to interact with all these women individually, especially as she had communicated with and about them many times in the past, but the overstimulation of all of them at once talking amongst one another in a habitat she’s not used to? mugen felt a bit out of her depth. rukia was late, constantly busy with the affairs of family and occupation, and while mugen had been relieved of one of those burdens, she felt an almost silent kinship for the newly coronated captain and took it upon herself to try one more time at making... a friend. 

❛ ayumu had been telling me she was hungry, and i took it upon myself to bring my portable grill for the meeting, needless to say, i forget i'm a rare breed who eats more than my fair share, ❜ mugen starts, shifting as she makes room for the woman and eagerly pats the soft cushion for her to sit, donning her trademark mischevious smile.  ❛ who am i to deny a working mother a phenomenal lunch? ❜

The truth was she knew that Akane had recently been promoted to a second-in-command station, and ayumu herself had risen to the rank of a fourth seat, and had been coping with her own issues. everyone was doing their own thing, pursuing things and growing, mugen... stagnated, as she always had, and she simply didn’t have to guts to speak on how it made her second guess her worth every now and then. 

❛ im sure they’re around, their loss on missing out on extra helpings. i trust your day has been well, not counting the chaos of leadership and motherhood? ❜

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▌ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  :    mugen aikuchi ▌ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍  :     single . ▌ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒  :   ( verse dependant ) enhanced strength, speed, and endurance. capable of manipulating ones life force and inducing starvation. ▌ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  :      deep orange. ▌ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  :     platinum blond, almost an ashen white. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒  :     iko aikuchi. ( estranged, deceased ) ▌ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒  :   none.  ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  :     waste of food and or resources, expressing emotions, and coffee. ▌ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒  :     barbequing, and espionage. ▌ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  :  all the time.  ▌ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  :   cerberus. ▌ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  :     self-destructive, gluttonous, hedonistic, and emotionally distant. ▌ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒  :     her elder sister, iko aikuchi.   ▌ 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  :     panromantic & pansexual. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄   /   𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒  :   the idea of monogamy when concerning others is something she enjoys and often falls prone to extreme interest to the point of matchmaking for those around her, whereas the idea of herself involved in marriage disgusts her. mugen enjoys children and finds their sense of bluntness and playfulness something akin to her own, and refreshing to be around. ▌ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  :    facing her own self-destructive habits, being crippled, and starving to death. ▌ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒  :  ( verse: main ) alters her uniform with a more modern look akin to something of the meiji era of japan, and accents with one solid bright color. ( verse: modern ) while working as a homicide detective she will remain business casual, but her preference off clock involves much more revealing, scandalous, and club-like attire. ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  :     iko, ayumu, akane, and kenpachi.  ▌ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒  :      as a result of her job, making legitimate friendships is hazardous and often the warden doesn’t partake in the practice of pursuing them. however, it isn’t rare for the woman’s long periods of loneliness while working in the prison to get the better of her and she will resort to people-watching instead. this has been the start of many of her friendships, though few, and treats each one with both the utmost respect, loyalty, and has dedicated herself to their safety above even her own or the seireiti’s should it come down to something to drastic. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊  :    shochu with sparkling water, and blackberries. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓  :   nest of maggots. ▌ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍  :   riverbanks. ▌ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒  :       indoors.   ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄  :     while mugen doesn’t inherently have a type and thrives in both a high sexual libido and suffocates her equally high romantic outlook, she is naturally drawn to individuals who are similar to certain aspects of herself. this would mean someone with an appetite to match both her exhibitionism, adventure, and of course capacity to eat, but she also thoroughly enjoys someone who is unafraid to challenge her or put her in her place.  tagged by: nada, stole this shit- yeet. tagging: you.

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BEHEMOTH‌.

“So, you finally decided t’drop by again. Nice.”

Kenpachi’s frame hardly fits through the door as he stands just inside his room, staring out at the familiar officer. He could feel her reiatsu the second she entered his kingdom, that all-too-eager hunger that crept its way over his skin but failed to penetrate, the one that he could tell threw his division into a tizzy at the mere sight of her sometimes. She’s always welcome, of course, but he has no doubt that’s only because he’s the one she’s with. Still, it doesn’t seem to bother him much. If anything, her sight is one for sore eyes.

Mugen’s not going to get away this time. He walks out onto the porch and finds a seat next to her - not too close, but still within touching distance should she find herself eager to tussle his hair or rub his arm. The beast did always enjoy what contact she gave, especially considering no one else was brave enough to initiate.

Yeah, Mugen’s an anomaly on any good day, but he can’t say he doesn’t love it when she’s here. Kindred spirits are hard to come by when you’re someone like Zaraki. It makes days like these a lot lonelier than he’d ever admit, especially with everyone he’s cared about… gone.

“You finally gonna stay longer than a few minutes, or you just gonna brood there like you ain’t got shit t’say?”

he certainly didn’t need to point out she had been ghosting this man and his entire barracks since the end of the first year, post-invasion, but she wasn’t about to make mention of it. he was right after all, and that silver tongue of her’s turned to lead? all she can do is swallow her pride in the moment and cast him a glance followed by a sinister smirk. usually the woman dons a much more eccentric look for her day to day, leather boots beneath her hakama pants and bright orange and beige obi belt were always her trademark look. today the man was greeted with no such thing, all that the woman had worn was a deep burgundy yukata worn loosely around her buxom frame, a singular black sash, and the floor-length platinum blond tresses hung freely about her when normally gold adornments accented her in a way which always seemed unnecessary given her career choice. everything about mugen seemed out of place, and if her visage wasn’t a clear indicator, surely the air that permeated about her spelt that out.

❛ oh how i could say something slick... but it’d be lost on you anyway, you never were one to beat around the bush, i’ve come to like that simplicity now. ❜ mugen hums, one hand pinching at her eyelids with her thumb and index fingers before shifting to the side and pulling out the sizeable bamboo box until it filled the space between them nicely. a bottle of plum sake, fermented and aged until it was bitter and burned the throat, just like how they both enjoy, and four skewers of beef yakitori.  ❛ the women in that... associations... something, didn’t eat much of what i brought, and nothing irks me more than wasted food. ❜ a soft sigh, canting her head upwards as she forced back the words she wished to say until they sat at the very back of her mind. 

❛ i don’t think i would ever imagine the day your barracks would be so quiet. bet that drives you absolutely mad. ❜

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non-sexual forms of intimacy.   send me ‘INTIMACY +’ a number between 1-125 and i’ll write a starter or a drabble about our muses engaging in a form of intimacy outside of sexual context.   note: as the level of trust required for the things listed here varies a lot, feel free to send multiple numbers if you aren’t sure if they’ll work! bonus:   if the mun is comfortable with randomising a number if asked, state so in the tags when you reblog!

1        watching tv/movies together

2        going to an event together  ( like a carnival, festival, etc. )

3        going on dates, like to the movies or shopping

4        sharing secrets

5        hugs

6        sharing drinks

7        having a phone call

8        touching noses

9        cuddling

10      having a philosophical discussion

11      hand holding

12      sharing jokes

13      sharing smiles

14      laying your head on someone’s shoulder

15      linking arms

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perhaps this was a mistake.

sitting on the porch of the juichibantai’s captain in the middle of the night seemed like the right thing to do at the time. it hadn’t been the first time after all that the third seat had done this. often she would resort to simply lurking like a shadow, unable to find the push to simply go out and speak to the behemoth of a shinigami and opted instead to let him pass on by. she wasn’t a fool though, he had known of all the failed attempts at conversation since the invasion had come to pass she was sure of it, but it was as if the woman's silver tongue had suddenly turned to lead. what was wrong? why was this so difficult? mugen couldn’t bear to let the weight of it crush her shoulders down with brute force, so instead, she sat on his porch and simply waited. 

a great deal of the officers here had known of her, not familiar with her face but by the air she brought about them, whispers of discomfort clinging to the skin like soaked cloth so bad that they couldn’t stand to be near her longer than they had to. how many times had she heard the word ‘unbearable’? her eyes flutter open. 

this is definitely a mistake.

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❛ oh im simply smitten right about now. ❜ the third seat cooes, unable to simply keep her hands to herself. the last time the woman had truly stepped back into rukongai may have been in the beginning years of her onmitsukido days, running the traditional routes of surveillance and acting the part of a watchdog. today was a different reason to step outside the boundries of her dark box, adorned in her casual wear to mark the birth of a new day in a new life not of her own, but the promotion of her friend, one of few at that. so in light of that, the warden donned her casual yukata of white and orange, threw her long hair into a wayward bun, and stood front and center in the lounge room of her friends newly acquired home.

❛ imagine just how many sleepless nights you’re going to have here! you might rival captain-commander kyoraku as the seireitei’s most eligible bachelorette. ❜ hands find their way to full hips, inhaling the crisp autmun air.  

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TAICHOU·.

The Captain passed by the rows and rows of fledglings, gray orbs carefully scanning over the newcomers. Most of them would be members of her family, cousins almost exclusively. Others, a small handful were entirely new to the Division, likely arriving from the academy. That handful would dwindle quickly enough as the training increased. It wasn’t unusual. Most Shinigami were unaware of just how grueling the Second was, they assumed they could handle it and transferred out after a few months.

Of course, there were exceptions to this, namely her 4th, 3rd, and even her Lieutenant, Omaeda. The trio excelled her expectations and proven themselves capable members of the Division.  Well, some more than others.

As the Captain approached her 3rd seat she finally broke her gaze over the fledglings, turning it instead to her officer.

“Surprisingly, none yet. If any do, see to it they’re sent to cleaning duties immediately after today’s training session.”

❛ ouuuuh, isn’t that usually omaeda’s job, cleaning up the mess? ❜ mugen teases, unable to hide the faint whistle of her chuckling. 

wispy fingers brush loose platinum bangs from her face, allowing the floor-length tresses to shift in the wind peacefully. the fall season had finally settled in, maybe the woman’s favorite time of year despite how many of her days were in the walls of the prison watching overall it’s inhabitants. as she veers her head back into the woman’s direction, taking in all her impressive features, she cannot help but realize how much she in turn as changed herself since the days of the quincy invasion. it seemed like time was the enemy of the aikuchi woman, and it becomes more evident with each hallowed ‘thud!’ of a fledgling's kick at the training posts. 

❛ say, taichou, it’s almost like things never seem to change mm? always the same cycle, the same thing different day, ❜ mugen cants her head to the side, cracking her neck before the sound of her boots over the smooth surface of the marble just before the gravel mesh with the surrounding noise. ❛ if you could disappear to get away from it all, what would you do? intrigued minds need to know. ❜

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❛ ...forgive me, kuchiki-taichou, but aaaaaah... ❜ the words slip right off her tongue, bright orange eyes looking over the lithe frame of the captains with a decent amount of curiosity and intrigue. the woman's journey was the stuff of legend, after all, as this was the same shinigami who was destined for execution by blade but ended up winning the lottery of a life time. she may not have looked it, but rukia kuchiki was a woman whose power surpassed far that of even the bones in her body and cast a shadow that all of the seireitei’s inhabitants would do well to stand in. still... was there a reason she was here, a good hour after the woman’s association meeting was over, expecting a room full of people? poor woman. 

❛ i believe you’re the unfortunate soul who's fallen victim to a case of mistaken time slot. the woman’s association meeting has ended... a good hour ago. ❜

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how long had it been since the drill started? mugen had lost count of the minutes as the transitioned into hours. bits of her days fresh out of the academy and into the onmitsukido surface in the back of her mind, lips forming into a subtle smile as the sound of legs striking the wooden posts of the training ground bring her back hundreds of years ago in the blink of an eye. it had been the first time in a month since the warden had resurfaced from the nest of maggots, and it had been the first in a long time that she had watched the fledgling ninjas attend their inaugural training session. the hours that passed had suddenly seemed like seconds to her, fortunately, the captain coming into view had anchored her back to reality. 

❛ have any of them bowed out yet? there’s always a handful at this stage of the training. ❜ 

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u into old men y/n

clearly, saucer four of her sake for the evening is not enough to indulge this question with an answer, good and proper.

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out getting groceries but like this post for a starter from Mugen? u know you wanna

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❝ you are only obligated to feel bad about that for so long. ❞ (let's talk about our destructive siblings :) )

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

     there’s no poker face to hide how she feels. her brows are knit together, jaw clenched. that irritation isn’t directed towards mugen however and they know each other well enough to have that known. maybe it’s for herself in acknowledgement that her friend is right. logically she knows there’s just about nothing she could have done to turn her brother’s heart or mind back to her. emotionally however there is that disconnect, those feelings that amalgamate together to form a disgusting mass of guilt, sadness, disappointment, and anger that floats up through her. 

      to akane, it’s funny to think that she’s tried so hard in so many instances to keep living. her heart has never been anything but heavy but that never stopped her from persevering, from keeping her heart beating. she has that warmth inside her, the drive and flame that has had to be rediscovered time and time over that kept her from dragging herself down somehow. sure she’s borrowed bits and pieces of it from others in her life to keep her own fire burning but it’s always been mutual, everyone throwing their own wood in the fire that they all shared. to watch someone she so desperately wanted to be included in this just for them to turn cold, unresponsive, to die. you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink, she remembers hearing that well. she knows all these years later that all the offering and pleading she had done for her brother came from a good place and if he didn’t want to accept it, to live, she has to move on. the bridge between knowing and feeling still gaps and perhaps it will for twelve more years but the reminder through mugen’s words has inched both sides forward in progress.

     she turns her head away to keep focus on a small tuft of grass breaking through the cracks in the ground, anything to distract. ‘ it’s all troublesome. ‘ a woman of few words, calm and straightforward as always. ‘ to feel this way is entirely too troublesome. pointless, even. ‘

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❛ come now, it's hardly MY fault that Omaeda is... so clumsy. ❜ mugen scoffs. the third scoffs and folds long fingers over her delicate chin, eyes rolling shut as she exhales a soft breath, dismissing the others words. how many times did she subject herself to her superior’s idiocy, or pick up after him? often the warden questioned heavily just how pure his genetics must have been to secure a seat like his. a great many people always chastised her for her cruelty on the subject and just as well enough she simply couldn’t find it in her to care about what others thought. a deceptive smile forms on delicate, olive features, pursing pouty lips into a small smile. ❛ i’m sure he’ll forgive me!❜ she exclaims.

whether he did or not? again, mugen simply couldn’t care less.

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out getting groceries but like this post for a starter from Mugen? u know you wanna

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なぜあなたは常に自分自身について思いますか /// Why do you always think about yourself? /// Почему ты всегда думаешь о себе?

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the reality is the more I think about mugen in the blood war arc the more I realize realistically she would have absolutely bit it, but because i’m striving for some form of happiness im going to settle minor angst instead : )