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Momo with Rangiku and Nanao

- Requested from Bleach Doodle Requests kayomin

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A Fable of Gods Sentence Starters // ACCEPTING » @ofcentvries ( Momo ) said: “ Speak of the sun and it shall shine.”

𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙾 𝙱𝙸𝚃 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝚁𝙶𝙴 to answer with the converse: speak of the devil, and he shall appear. None of them needed such a reminder — least of all Hinamori. She had spent more days in the devil’s shadow than any of them cared to recall; that she remembered the sun at all was a testament to her resilience. Far be it from her to summon the clouds. 

“Thank you for the reminder, Hinamori-San. I’ll endeavor to keep things — light.” 

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" . . . "

" -- Would it make a difference if I told you the snow has already melted?"

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A Fable of Gods Sentence Starters // ACCEPTING » @ofcentvries (G'raha) said: “I have my ways.”

𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 than a glance to see she was out of her depths. Put her in the jungles of Golmore, or Twelvewood’s hidden groves, and she could flourish; given time, she might even come to enjoy the streets of Ul’dah, or the winding, tangled back alleys of Limsa. But here, in the pristine, marble halls of Old Sharlyan, Eydis couldn’t help but feel like her greatest contribution was the mud she tracked in on her boots. 

Within the aisles of Noumenon, she was hopelessly lost. Even the mammets were useless - they could only help her find something if she knew what she was looking for, after all. Something about….void tears? she had told them, echoing the one bit of pertinent information that had stuck with her from Y’shtola’s long-winded elaboration. It considered her request a moment, whirring and perusing its internal records as if it were humming in thought, before it chimed in reply: 3,467 results registered within the Noumenon. 2,899 references locked behind restrictions. Please present your token of the forum’s authority to continue. 

Eydis groaned. It would take the better part of a fortnight to get through even one of the books in here. Nevermind thousands! And no doubt the information they needed - the controversial, raw knowledge - would have been deemed too dangerous for the general public. They’d need the forums authority, perhaps Fourchenault's….the thought of groveling to the Leveilleur's patriarch made her lips twist in distaste. 

“What’s that look for?” 

A familiar voice twitched her ears. Despite herself, she smiled as she turned, more than a little relieved to find her fellow scion grinning with an armful of tomes. ”At least one of us had some luck,” she said. He gestured for her to follow, and she was happy to step back into the sunshine and leave the stuffy, muffled air of the library behind.

“Fear not, my friend. I daresay the information we need is somewhere in this pile.” G'raha placed them carefully on the bench between them, giving the topmost book a gentle tap. “Straight from level four.” 

“Four?” Her brow rose in surprise — and admiration. “How did you get your hands on those so quick?” 

G’raha answered her with a cryptic smile, one that echoed the memory of another enigmatic figure, from a different time and shard. Some things never changed. “I have my ways.” 

Eydis rolled her eyes, though the warmth never wavered from her smile. “If you say so.” She helped herself to a book from the middle of the stack ( the thinnest, and with any luck, easiest to digest ) then settled back to read. “I will be impressed if you have a way to get through all of these before the next calamity.”

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𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴. Now there was an idea. It was true that - despite a nearly equal number of applicants every year - senior leadership in the Gotei remained largely in the hands of men. Not for lack of ability. Her fellow Lieutenants and members of the SWA were proof enough of that. No, the reasons lay elsewhere, in between the lines of Kuragane’s musings. The words hit close to home, and Nanao cleared her throat before she replied. 

“Yes,” she said, “Yes, I agree. There’s value there.” Seizing advantage of an empty corner of the desk, she carefully let her paperwork settle into a neat stack before leafing through the pages. “We do have an amount set aside for outreach in every budget…” 

Advertising, mostly, in the publications and serializations popular throughout the Seireitei. It did its job, drawing a handful of new members every month; retaining those recruits, however, was another matter entirely. But say we worked with them one on one…A satisfactory hum signaled the right sheet had been found. Adjusting her glasses at last, she regarded the numbers a moment before glancing back to Kuragane, a faint smile on her lips. 

“I think we could make room for something like that.” Madame Chairman wouldn’t notice a missing cookie here or there. “Although…I’m not sure I would be able to compensate our members for their time.” 

“Is this something you’d be willing to volunteer for?” Never one to ask for more than she would give herself, Nanao added hastily, “I would join you, of course. And I suspect Matsumoto-san could find a way to clear her schedule.” Especially if the other option was paperwork. Three successful, seated members of the Gotei. Three role models, even. The idea of it took shape even as she awaited an answer. 

血妙 | “ise-san~” 

ise nanao. now there was a woman she’d always put her pen down for—long before welcomes were ever exchanged. 

naturally, she returned the greeting with a measured incline of her head, and—rather miraculously—resisted every urge to reach across her desk and nudge those glasses back to their rightful place on the bridge of her nose. not out of obsessive compulsion mind you, but because they’d slipped just enough for violet irises to peer over the frames. and kuragane tsubaki, seeing nanao’s hands too occupied to correct them herself, had the urge to help. 

( alas, hitsugaya tōshirō had recently lodged an entirely valid complaint regarding her “inappropriate inclination to dote” on younger shinigami—their rank and seniority be damned. )

instead, she paused, then tilted her head slightly, as if weighing her words before offering them. “well . . . we are the Shinigami Women’s Association—I’d invest in an extracurricular class at the shin'ō academy. something just for our girls—or perhaps a mentorship initiative.”

carmine eyes drifted to the side, reflecting the shape of possibility.

“girls are often taught to be perfect. to be neat, polite, quiet. they’re praised for getting things right—so they learn to tie their self-worth to diligence and correctness. and, in time, many grow afraid of mistakes, because mistakes make you imperfect.

boys, on the other hand, are taught to be brave. to take risks. to try, to fail, and to try again. they’re praised for effort, independence and resilience rather than perfection. they grow up knowing failure is just a step toward becoming better.”

her voice dimmed into something softer, as if her final sentiment required a gentler delivery.

“I think we’d unlock something extraordinary if we taught our girls to be brave instead of perfect.”

and then came her wistful sigh. “though—that might exceed this quarter’s budget.” defeat flirted with the corners of her expression, though it didn’t quite settle.

oh dear, she’d gotten a little philosophical again, hadn’t she? she cleared her throat.

“if all else fails, we can inform yachiru that the association is investing in broccoli-flavoured konpeitō. that might deter any further inquiries into the candy fund you’re no doubt attempting to . . . er, negotiate.”

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@ketsumyo wants to hang out with Nanao

"𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙴-𝚂𝙰𝙽." Nanao tipped her head just a fraction in greeting. The motion, subtle as it was, shifted her glasses atop her nose, and she resisted the urge to shuffle the paperwork in her arms to adjust them. She had spent all afternoon tweaking the numbers -- it wouldn't do to lose them now to an errant gust of wind. In fact, they were all but ready for submission, pending one final bit of input.

"Did you have any suggestions for the SWA's budget this quarter?" The final distribution was largely up to her ( Madame Chairman only cared about the allocation for sweets ), but she liked to see as many of their members heard as possible. "We'll be going over it in the next meeting."

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Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis

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@wild-pineapple-butt: continued from X

𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙾'𝚂 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳, revealing the slight narrowing of her eyes. "Hisagi's contribution has already been collected," she said, in a pointed tone that implied Renji's debt had come due. "And you know better than I that Kuchiki-taichou is...less than fond of the association." Not to mention, far too busy to lend himself to their projects. She sighed, and spoke with a chastisement usually reserved for her own captain.

"Here I thought your word meant something to you."

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*flirting* if you had to kill me how would you do it

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venat

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Parks and Rec Starters // ACCEPTING » @tenebriism ( emet-selch ) said: '  no, no, no, no. i’m not lonely. i have me.  ’

𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 in a short puff of air. Not quite a laugh -- that would no doubt be too great an affront to her colleague's ineffable dignity -- but it was there, threatening to break through the strained curl of her lips.

"And what wonderful company you are," she replied. She clasped her hands behind her, feigning an air of innocence with her side-along glance.

"But I imagine a certain architect might be disappointed to know he did not make the cut."

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* A FABLE OF GODS: ARIA OF THE ACCURSED (NOVEL) PART TWO.

feel free to change pronouns, wording, etc. as needed! spoilers ahead.

“ And how many times have you miscalculated before?”

“ It was my fault.”

“ You're not allowed inside.”

“ And [name], I expected better of you.”

“ What's that supposed to mean?”

“ I don't appreciate you lying to us.”

“ You just made a big mistake.”

“ He's not worth it.”

“ Listen to me.”

“ We won't be able to [___] if we're arrested.”

“ We'll go figure something else out, okay?”

“ Next time, maybe lead with that.”

“ Calm down.”

“ I have another idea to get us inside.”

“ What's the point?”

“ Do you really believe that?”

“ Then trust me.”

“ So, what are we doing here?”

“ You're breaking the law?!”

“ You will find that some things are worth breaking the law for.”

“ Then shut up and follow me.”

“ What's done is done, and it's on me and me alone.”

“ You did nothing, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“ And you think anyone else will believe that if they find out?”

“ Fine. But when I end up in prison, just remember, I told you it would happen.”

“ Whatever. Now be quiet.”

“ Just follow my lead and act normal.”

“ Do you even know what you're doing?”

“ I have been here before many times, so I know how the place operates.”

“ You've done this before?”

“ Of course you would've been invited.”

“ Speak of the sun and it shall shine.”

“ As it happens, we have something urgent we need to discuss with you.”

“ How did you know?”

“ You expect me to believe no one told you before today?”

“ I don't expect you to believe anything.”

“ As you can imagine, no one else wished to end up with the same reputation as you.”

“ What matters is this; you have my attention. What will you do with it?”

“ I... had to use Arcaion to get out of the situation unharmed.”

“ If it happened like you said, you made the right decision.”

“ I will not fault you for it, nor punish you.”

“ I know. Poor choice of words. I apologize.”

“ If we want to survive this, our only option is to relocate.”

“ I hope your stay here has been satisfactory.”

“ When you spend most of your time at sea among friends, it is easy to forget how to behave in public spaces.”

“ You sure? It didn’t sound fine.”

“ You haven’t finally lost it, have you? Not that I’d blame you.”

“ No, no! I promise I haven’t lost my marbles just yet.”

“ You just let them leave?”

“ Whoa… That’s a huge tip.”

“ Either way, it’s not like you can give it back to him now that he’s gone. You should take it.”

“ I can’t just take it! What if they come back and ask for it?”

“ Then I’ll pay it back for you.”

“ That’s… that’s very sweet of you, but I can’t let you do that.”

“ I know the kind of pay we receive here, and let’s be honest, it’s not a lot.”

“ Maybe I have a second job that pays better.”

“ Take it. I won’t tell anyone.”

“ I… I truly don’t deserve your kindness.”

“ I don’t know, but it must be something big, because no one’s supposed to know about it yet.”

“ Wait. Then how do you know?”

“ I have my ways.”

“ One day you’re going to have to tell me, you know.”

“ Great work? That’s all you have to say?”

“ Surely you haven’t forgotten how stressful it was to practice for the Signía?”

“ Today was a blessing, but… It was just luck.”

“ We keep practically starving ourselves and working ourselves to death.”

“ We can’t keep living like this, you know?”

“ What if we moved?”

“ I don’t… I mean, we can barely afford to live, and you want to move?”

“ Arcaion is legal there.”

“ There’s a reason Arcaion is only permitted in certain circumstances, you know this.”

“ Perhaps Arcaion is not as bad as they make it out to be.”

“ Why do we keep living here and struggle every day, when we could have a much better life elsewhere?”

“ There has to be other options.”

“ Then what do you suggest?”

“ There is someone there. A man who provides payment in exchange for information.”

“ What kind of information?”

“ It pays well.”

“ You’re right. I’m sorry…”

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The Boys S01E01 starters // ACCEPTING » @destrozcs said: "i'm actually more hungry now."

Cooperation. A necessary virtue now, more than ever. There was so few of them left; they couldn't afford to be picky with whom they allowed to return to Las Noches. Every able-bodied arrancar was a potential asset: another set of eyes to watch the horizon, another pair of hands to guard against Quincy remnants. Even the most destructive of their kind had their uses.

But she didn't have to like it.

Nelliel made no effort to hide her distaste at the carnage strewn across their feet. Blood, ink black in the long night of Hueco Mundo, carved rivers through the sand to settle in lakes and puddles between the dunes. The bodies were gone, converted to pure reishi and consumed by her ( reluctant ) companion.

"They were merely adjucha," she replied, matter-of-factly. With a practiced flick of her sword, she cleaned the blade of any lingering viscera and sheathed it once again. Grimmjow had opted to use his hands.

"What made you think they'd satiate your hunger in the first place?"

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* THE BOYS S01E01 STARTERS.

"how's he gonna find his dick? it's invisible."

"get up, get up! come on, come on!"

"stay back. just stay the fuck back!"

"what are you smiling at?"

"you okay?"

"can i… can i get a selfie?"

"i really need to talk to you about something."

"later, kid."

"i'd like to make an appointment for you to come over and lay some cable."

"that doesn't mean what you think it means."

"laying cable means sex."

"that's disgusting."

"despite your best efforts, i'm actually still hungry."

"i'm actually more hungry now."

"where are we gonna go after all this hot talk?"

"what was i supposed to do? kick his door down."

"i said okay."

"yeah, but you didn't mean it."

"i don't think that's… i don't think that's true."

"well excuse me for waiting."

"you ever heard of chivarly?"

"listen, this is about you getting what you deserve."

"hey, don't you ever besmirch billy joel."

"i can't stop, i can't stop, i can't stop, i can't stop."

"let the energy go through the wall."

"you should look away."

"i hated it. i mean i can still smell the hairspray."

"but it wasn't a joke to me."

"since when did hopeful and naive become the same thing?"

"i mean why would you get into this business if not to save the world?"

"just, uh, don't get upset, okay?"

"i sign this and i can't talk about it?"

"look, i know you're upset, but we're just trying to help."

"then say you're sorry."

"i mean, you people say 'our condolences' and 'my sympathies' and 'our

regrets', but nobody can look me in the fucking eye and say 'i'm sorry!'"

"i'm not signing anything, get out."

"can i think about it?"

"we could really use the press right now."

"don't worry, i didn't get the job."

"if you're negative, negative things happen to you."

"come sit with me."

"good for you. you want to make this right, what happened. but you can't."

"this is a lot of money. we could really use it."

"be realistic."

"you can't do this."

"you don't have the fight, you never have."

"i'm sorry, but it's true."

"are all these people here for me?"

"i- i haven't done anything yet."

"yeah, that's why we love you."

"so, you ready for your life to change?"

"pretty cool, huh?"

"i used to stand in the mirror, pretending to be where i am right now."

"on my first day, i felt like a fraud. but the good news is, everybody feels that way."

"and hey, we're a team now. we'll help each other out."

"i hope that's not inappropriate to say."

"settle down, we're just talking."

"look, i know that you're powerful. i get it."

"your powers are no joke."

"goes to show you, doesn't it? the bollocks people will believe, if you get them

scared enough."

"cool. cool, cool."

"i'm not gonna piss you about. i heard what happened."

"i'm sorry, who are you?"

"i said who the hell are you, how do you know that?"

"listen, i was thinking that you and me should have a bit of a chat."

"you don't sound like a fed."

"you got it all wrong. it's what i can do for you."

"if you knew half the shit they get up to… fucking diabolical."

"how do you spank a supe?"

"you'll love it."

"thank you for an extremely weird conversation."

"i don't wanna go to a second location with you."

"this is your one and only, mate. once i go i'm gone."

"what have you got to lose that you ain't already lost?"

"where are we?"

"keep your mouth shut."

"fucking hypocrite."

"you want to hear something crazy?"

"dude, that's nasty."

"they're fucking laughing."

"so what are you gonna do about it?"

"oh, for chrissakes. clean yourself up."

"never let them see you like this."

"someone's fucking hiding something."

"like what, like i'm fucking james bond?"

"no, no. i can't, okay?"

"i'm not an infiltrator."

"i'm sorry, i'm just gonna fuck it up."

"i'm not… i'm not like you."

"i know, i know, it's a tough swallow."

"i think maybe you can."

"friendship does cut both ways."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"i'm fine, i'm just having a bad day."

"and… i didn't fight. and now i just feel sick."

"turns out i'm not who i thought i was."

"sorry, i didn't mean to just dump all of that on you."

"just 'cause you fall on your ass doesn't mean you have to stay there."

"that's not who you are. so, who are you?"

"i'm a fighter. i'm gonna fight. i'm gonna take that son of a bitch's head clean

off his body."

"little scary, but- but cool."

"okay, man. i'm in."

"don't want to be late to your first official meeting."

"i had a whole welcome speech planned."

"beginning to wonder if you'd even show up. all that pressure, it's a lot for

anyone to swallow."

"i'm here, and i'm not going anywhere."

"can we get back to this, please? this is a serious crime."

"now, what i do want to hear, is who you saved this week. huh?"

"that's that? that was- that was a lot. th- i've- hold on, can you just- can you

repeat it again?"

"or you can take the blue pill. or is it the red pill? anyway, take the other pill

and quit being a cunt."

"which pill do you want me to take?"

"just quit being a cunt, that's what i'm saying."

"could you empty your pockets, please?"

"accidents happen, right?"

"after all, i mean, you were saving the world."

"can i use your bathroom?"

"and i look him right in the eye, and i smile."

"that was awesome, man."

"i get why you dig this job."

"i think it's best that i take it from here, you know what i mean?"

"i know you can help. i got it."

"you ever seen an asshole tear up 45k?"

"i'd appreciate your discretion."

"of course. you have my word."

"you think i wouldn't find this?"

"who was he?! he put you up to this?"

"do you think i'm a fucking idiot?"

"sorry about the mess."

"you should fuck off."

"you're gonna fucking tell me, or i'm gonna smash your fucking scalp off."

"is he… is he dead?"

"well, he ain't moving."

"would've taken me forever to work that one out."

"let's get him in the booth. the trunk."

"we're both in a shitload of trouble."

"what?! then who the fuck are you?!"

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hey who's alive

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roaches be upon ye

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Ben Harvey - Doctor Aphra