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[virtuous-absolute]

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“I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.” - for isshin

"That's the spirit! Give it hell!"

It was during training sessions that his squad's teamwork really shined through. Sure coaching drills wasn't glamorous but for Captain Shiba, he'd realized it paid off and it did manage to instill pride inside of him, as unexpected as that had been, he'd taken to acknowledging it fully and using it to encourage the development among his division's ranks.

That Shiba clan energy and enthusiasm really benefited him tremendously, always ready to cheer them on, even jumping into join the exercises when he spotted an opening.

Plus, the more they took advantage of the time to practice honing their skills for battle the less time he had to spend cooped up in any office! It was the best win-win situation.

She could call it trouble all she wanted as long as she was preoccupied and not nagging him, he was all for it.

"Just make sure that trouble is directed away from me and at your true target! And have I told you how great you look making that trouble?! Keep it up!"

[justakon]

❝ Aaaa-kon. ❞ A low, pathetic drawn out whine. ❝ I forgot mine in my office, can I bum a cigarette from you? ❞ 

                                lucky for her to catch him on her cig break. but what he did not expect was the request she was making. it prompted a raising of his brow as he eyed her curiously. ' since when were you a smoker? drinking i was aware of but smoking? ' her whine made him sigh and he decided to give in. extracting his cigarette pack from his lab coat pocket, he gives her one and his lighter. ' here. don't make a habit of it. '

[nanagouu-archived]

❛  it's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.  ❜

Nemu may or may not have dosed Mayuri with enough nitrous to put a city to put an entire division under to be here. There's something exciting about breaking the rules, and something even more exciting about bars. Nemu hopes the veneer is eternal.

She touches Rangiku's shoulder. That's what you're supposed to do to comfort your fellow man, right?

There's no words for it, though. Nemu will never win the lottery. No one wins here. Exists, survives, dies, but there's no one who will ever be happy. But that's not how you comfort your fellow man. So she's silent, and touches heads instead, hoping to transfer kindness between them.

[blloodhands]

@hainekc

He's never sure what to do with his hands around Rangiku. It's like a minefield being around her and one wrong move is going to make his face explode and (rightfully) earn him a slap in the face.

Shuuhei clears his throat. "Hello." He holds up a carafe. "I brought booze."

[criticalcrux]

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〚 ❥ Vizored verse 〛Then suddenly she is there, an interruption in the chaos. ❝ That's a real interesting smell you've got there. ❞⠀Rangiku hums, regarding the bloodied man. Head tilting as she does. ❝ Would you happen to be an Arrancar? ❞ She asks despite knowing the answer. Having quickly gathered the situation as she'd watched it unfold. Honestly she felt bad for interuppting their ROUND 2, but hey orders are orders. ;; @ Grimmjow

Seething with resentment he casts a look over to the source of the voice interrupting him. Not this shit again. His usual grin fades to a sneer once he catches a glimpse of her.

"Who the hell are you? You with the soul reapers? Is that it?! You one've 'em?!"

If he couldn't finish his one-on-one against Kurosaki his hostility level was going to rise higher than what it already was. If they didn't like him pressed with anger they were all about to see what he'd recklessly unleash while livid.

"I could give two shits 'bout what ya smellin', lady. But I'll say one thing. Interruptin' me at this point will be your last mistake!"

[crimsonstray]

@hainekc / cont'd

he already knew he had come to the right or in her words perfect person. but why was she asking him all these questions??? did he really need to go to the world of the living for a gift? he didn't think so. ' uhhhh, well it's passed already but i can still get something. it's for a birthday... and i don't think we need to go to the world of the living. just the shops here are good enough. '

[maddmuses]

@hainekc liked for a starter

Isane certainly looked flustered as she was pulled along by her contemporary.

"Rangiku!" She protested, trying to pull away, though to little success, "This is really too much, it's not that big a deal, is it?"

She had just told the other lieutenant of her upcoming promotion the next week. A secret, true, but one she was sure she should share with someone who helped her so much as she grew into the role of her rank.

[yumichikah]

Rangiku arrives, waltzing in as if she owns the place. The only way for her to make an appearance. ❝ I've brought you something! ❞ An iced coffee is placed on the desk before him, mirroring her own that she's currently sipping.

"It's polite to knock, you know..."

The response was murmured, Yumichika knowing full well that this woman standing in front of him wasn't the kind to ask for any permissions like that. Sighing, the papers he was currently deciphering(reports from some of the less academically gifted members of the Eleventh) got pushed aside as the purple eyes shifted their focus to that cup of beverage on the table. It did smell and look like coffee, but he just had to make sure...

"That's very nice of you, Rangiku-san. Just... there's no alcohol in it, right?"

[xhatake]

alt!

Send me "alt!" and I'll introduce you to a character I've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else! [ araya & shinki ]

When Araya walks down the street, he keeps his head down ( as is his nature ). Things had changed since the kazekage had taken araya under his wing. he was not the only one of lord gaara's children, but he had been the newest addition to the family. It made him feel like he belonged somewhere, even if it wasn't in the blistering sun. He preferred listening to music with Yodo over any wisecrack from the brats at the academy. Shinki was fine, too, he thinks warmly. And yet, he continues to observe as he goes about his tasks for the day.

He didn't have to go to the grocery store, but he liked to. he liked to pick out his own fruit, his own bread. Today he had another task in mind as well. He buys a large paper bag of sugar as his final item is checked from his list. When he gets home, he puts his fruit & milk away with the rest of their food.

Araya glances around, extending his limited sensory abilities to make sure that no one else is in the house. Now is his chance. He takes his sack of sugar & slinks off to his room, tearing open the bag as carefully as possible. There is a careful 'wrrrrrrrrp' but he takes great care in trying to preserve the silence of an empty house. He doesn't want anyone to be able to sneak up on him, after all.

Araya had always lingered on the outskirts of society, feeling much more comfortable looking in from the outside. In theory, social finesse looked fun. When he would watch kids his age giggling at each others' jokes, their laughter was like a distant sort of music. It was different than sharing earbuds with Yodo. But partaking in such things was never one of his forte's. Araya had always been much more content to watch their happiness than to take part in it. He had his own, private delights.

He drags a few boxes from beneath his bed, crawling on his stomach to the edge of his bed against the wall. There is a crack where the flooring meets drywall, one that is already covered in ants. They had already devoured his last offering, he loved to watch them. He pours all the contents of the sack of sugar in the corner under the bed, engrossed by the action at hand. He's not sure how long he remains this way, but he is content.

" They sell ant farms, you know. " A familiar voice from his windowseal. It catches him off guard causing Araya to jump up & hit his head on the bottom of his bed. He reluctantly pulls himself away from his colony, rubbing the back of his head with despair. beneath his mask, his nose wrinkles as he see's Shinki. He loved his brother, there was no denying that. But this? This was irritating. Of course, he knew about Araya's private delight, Shinki had a way of knowing everything.

" I don't like buying things. " his voice is flat but defensive. It was a blatant lie. He just liked this. cultivating his own colony, seeing what other bugs crawled through his sugar-coated promised land. Shinki drops from the window he was invading from.

" You bought the sugar. " There is a telltale way Shinki's voice dips, knowing that he has Araya in that moment. Araya opens his masked mouth the continue to defend himself, but he's stopped by Shinki, " I wont tell anyone. "

Araya pauses," Promise? "

Shinki waits," Pinky. "

They lock pinkies & the deal is made. Araya is satisfied.

[virtuous-absolute]

@hainekc closed starter.

"Did you really think a Captain wouldn't notice a shift in his squad member's energy?" His words come through with a sincere concern. And his expression is nothing if not stable and genuine as he stands there, arms folded in her path.

"Come on now, you've got to give me more credit than that."

[oschvank]

19 and 20

munday meme / @hainekc

who is an author that inspires you? i don't think i have any at the moment. i haven't picked up a book in a while, but i do occasionally fall for phrases and excerpts from a variety of writers.

do you need music/noise to write or do you prefer silence? a mix of both! music helps me think of ideas or further push an exhilarating emotion. if i'm struggling to correctly phrase something or if it's serious, then i'll prefer silence so as to focus on my thoughts better. it depends on what kind of writing/emotion i'm trying to convey!

[theladymuses]

O and X

O: Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?

New Americana — Halsey I really just shuffled my liked songs on Spotify, lol. From the little bunch of ships I write on my blog, this reminds me of Miharu Ayuzawa & Muzan Kibutsuji (especially their Yakuza verse!). From ships I ship in general, this immediately made me think of Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa from the Six of Crows duology!

X: 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms. (why was this so hard to answer?)

Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa from the Six of Crows duology!!! (Since I did already mention them, I'll list 4 OTPs). Wylan Van Eck and Jesper Fahey are a close second! Jude Duarte & Cardan Greenbriar from the Folk of the Air trilogy! Masaki & Isshin Kurosaki from Bleach. You don't know how obsessed I have been with them since I saw their backstories in the final season's first cour. O B S E S S E D. Kate Sharma & Anthony Bridgerton. from the Netflix show Bridgerton (the book was NOT it). I think it's abundantly obvious that enemies/rivals to lovers and circumstantial type ships are what I crave—

[zealctry]

@hainekc , cont'd from here.

the scowl that blooms on Hidan’s face in response is hard, his gaze sharpening to a knifepoint.

                  “ no, ”  he snaps, not bothering to hide the venom lurking beneath the surface, ready to break through within a split-second. “ what sort of shit rationale is that? ” ( in truth, his thoughts quickly devolve from the point he was trying to make mere moments ago, spin in circles and stretch out, until he is contemplating the merits of hedonism in the face of god. the thought of peace scatters like sand in-between his hands. what merits are there to making merry then? an anesthetic in the face of reality. )

his gaze drifts to the glass in her hand ( half-empty, half-full. a question of perspective that people have, in their stupidity, wasted years contemplating. it doesn’t matter whether the glass is half-full or half-empty, you know. what matters if that there’s drink ; what matters is if you’re thirsty in the first place ). 

he pours himself a drink, stares down into its depths, before downing the whole thing in a single go ( closes his eyes, scrunches them shut for just a second, as alcohol burns down his throat. ) then scowls once more, expression yet softened.

                 “ whatever. try as hard as you'd like to think otherwise, but it’ll all circle back anyway. it’s an inevitability —— it’s just how people are. ” after all, what humanity distinguishes itself with is violence, not love.

[gyakusama]

❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜

200 random dialogue prompts

          ❝ Whaaat, if ya could be my first love?? I'm sure ya've heard worse. ❞

[criticalcrux]

"Have you been to that new specialty themed cafe that opened up? Not everyday we get somethin' new in this town."

[bazz-b]

* you know, people can hear you.

“The point of this volume isn’t exactly subterfuge.” Lining up another shot, he takes a swig from the bottle before closing his eyes and letting loose— glass shattering signalling another bullseye. Broken glass and dripping roof tiles mark his previous successes, a line of bottles scattered across the Tenth Division’s rooftops.

Target practice. It wasn’t the most entertaining thing he could think of, but it was the one he’d get in the leash amount of trouble for. “Another perfect shot for three-time gold medalist, Bazzard Black!” He shouts, thick, exaggerated American accent, crossbow waving around as he looks for another drink. “This will be his fourth consecutive victory in the vagrant olympics!”