#monkifuraibo

[scnkei]

The morning light was faint. Cold, from the clouds that blocked the sunrise. As if set on a timer, Byakuya's eyelashes fluttered. He always woke up at the exact same time every day. The very first thing he felt was warmth. He should be used to it by now, but somehow it was still a surprise for him to find that he was sharing his bed with someone. Renji's body was warm. His reiatsu was warm. He was still asleep. It was easy to tell from the steady rise and fall of his chest. Renji was laying on his back, sprawled out comfortably. He was taking up enough space so that Byakuya had been sleeping with his head against the other's shoulder. No wonder his face felt so warm.

Renji looked peaceful when he slept. When he was awake, he'd often wear a subtle frown between his brows, whether it was to squint against the sun, or from focusing on his work. When he slept... Well, that was a different story. Even the angle of his forehead tattoos appeared softer. Byakuya shifted his gaze, realizing he'd been staring at his face. He looked down instead, unable to help himself. To Renji's neck. More tattoos with sharp angles. Byakuya had kissed his neck only a few hours ago, but as usual - there were no marks left behind. Byakuya was always gentle in his affection towards him. Even if, sometimes, an impulse to imprint a mark on him grabbed him. Renji was HIS.

Speaking of marks. Renji had only pulled the covers about half-way up his chest ( as always, he ran hot even when he slept ), so his chest was more or less exposed. The tattoos here were quite intricate. Byakuya was tempted to follow them with his fingertips. He loved the symmetry. The angle. How they ended at the centre of his chest, dividing his torso so perfectly. He wanted to touch the inked skin.

A mark suddenly appeared. Like the first star on the evening sky. Then another. And another. Until ALL Byakuya could see were tiny, tiny scars. They covered Renji's entire torso. Of course, Byakuya knew they were there. He'd always known, but somehow he could never see them unless his eye suddenly caught one. There were so many of them. Carefully, Byakuya reached out. He brushed his fingers over a few centimetres of Renji's chest, counting how many scars this small touch would reach. One, two, three, four, five...

They'd talked about this. Renji HAD forgiven him. But truly - Byakuya could never forgive himself. It was almost as if he wished he too would wear a scar from their battle. He wondered how he would've felt about having marks from Zabimaru's teeth across his chest. That would never happen. Not because Renji's fangs would not reach him, but because Renji would never do that to him. He was too gentle.

Byakuya leaned over, his lips touching Renji's jaw.

❝ Renji, wake up. ❞ He could've let him sleep a little longer, but selfishly, he wanted him awake. Wanted to be softly touched by him so that he could forget about the guilt the sight of the scars had brought forth. Wanted to be loved. / @monkifuraibo .

[keikakudori]

► He dares. He's had one, and now must taste the other. His insides itch to try, and he cannot be denied. It is an all-for-me playground out there. He slinks on over to the throne, reasonably subservient, given the power he is flirting with. "Aizen-sama.. A kiss, if ya please. Without consequences, a'course" No reason he shouldn't try to come out unscathed.

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

There were very few things that Aizen disliked as much as when he was being forced into something but the name of the game was to obey the command given.

No matter that Renji demanded a kiss without consequence now, those brown eyes were akin to frozen pools of deepest brown, staring down the Arrancar with a chill intensity that could make even they who claimed they were without fear feel a shudder rippling down their spines. It was the look he delivered upon those whom had truly overstepped their boundaries, the look he presented to those who were unlucky or unfortunate enough to be witness to that acute disdain for the situation they placed him in.

Renji was being given such a look now. It said with volumes that no matter how he requested no consequences for his immediate actions, there would be consequences to pay once this little trifling was over and done with. A consequence need not be an immediate thing, after all. The redhead would escaped unscathed from the moment, but it would not remain that way for long.

Did he realize it with the way that Aizen simply looked at him now, those eyes seeing him not as Arrancar but as something that he would have to deal with in his own way and in his own time? Perhaps or perhaps not.

But a kiss he asked for and a kiss he would get. Aizen stalked closer, a roiling menace portrayed in every sound of his foot impacting the floor. If he chose, he could move with perfect silence, gliding along with nary a sound being brought into focus with what he was capable of doing. This, though? This was a danger sign. No, the brunet was not too pleased by this at all, but then again ... he was not one to obey neatly or easily unless he desired to. Though it was likely not Renji's intent? He had absolutely earned his master's ire by this move and that stiff legged gait spoke of it too.

Mercy did not fit into this.

But he reached out once he was close enough to grip a handful of hair and YANKED as if he were trying to rip it out of the Arrancar's scalp, his eyes still frozen with that muted seething. Of course, given the Aspect that Renji embodied, he might like it - but Aizen wouldn't bet on it. It was not a firm hair pulling but a mute sign of his displeasure. But he pulled the Arrancar in enough so that he could lean forward and kiss him. It was all teeth and snarl, biting down without hesitance against those lips. It was a kiss, certainly, but he made no move to taste or touch beyond that motion, keeping mouth locked to mouth for a count of four, five, six--- and then letting go, almost seeming to push the Hollow back while he stepped away, mouth smeared crimson.

THOSE EYES BURNED WITH FIRE NOW, an inferno that threatened to devour all that the so-called hedonist was until he became as ash in the firestorm that he had brought forth by his request.

❝ You have had your kiss. I suggest you leave. ❞

[epiphemera]

► tell me a secret {for byakuya}

〘 command meme 〙

something classified as a 'secret'... that's a surprisingly-difficult topic for the noble. certainly, he knows a great many things that are considered restricted or aren't made common knowledge outside the other captains, but he's not certain they come under that particular heading. there is one thing that squarely fits, however. "the kuchiki family have a cellar hidden somewhere deep in the mountains that border the estate that is said to contain a bottle of koshu sake that is over a thousand years old."

[despairforme]

"Hey, quinto," he approaches the other with a wide grin and whipping tail "think quick, if ya had ta pick, who'd ya fuck outta our shinigami overlords?" He plops down in the sand near { though not dangerously close } to the other. He lets himself fall back against a white, finely grained hill and wiggles a bit to get comfortable. Its a nice little scratch against his Hierro, plus, a dustbath is a good way to get rid of any parasites.

He didn't mind this one. He had an easy-going attitude and a simple name to remember. Renji. Nnoitra watched him approach, his face not matching the bright grin the other was wearing. Nnoitra's expression was more of a frown. At least the other Arrancar had brains enough to not sit down right next to him. He settled himself down in the sand at what he probably thought was a SAFE DISTANCE. There was no such thing when it came to Nnoitra. Nnoitra glanced over at him, his lips stretching out into a grin too now. Now this was a good subject to chat about. Renji really SHOULD address him as Nnoitra-sama, instead of just ' quinto ', but he'd let it slide. At least he didn't call him ' quinta '.

❝ Easy. 'Daz Ichimaru. I'd love 'ta put that piece 'a shit back in his place, 'n fuck him until his 'lil bitch body splits in half. ❞ Nnoitra answered without hesitation. Really, he'd fuck any and all of them. Nnoitra had no standards. If he could put his dick in someone, he would. ❝ Why ya askin'? ❞ It was a good topic for conversation, but WHY was Renji talking to him about this?

[kakimushire]

❝ Speculate is something you do when nobody has found the answer yet. This is not the case here, as I have done extensive research on Hell. ❞ Of course he had. He had every intention of ESCAPING it, once he landed himself there. With the research he had done, there was a possibility that he could avoid being sent there in the first place. It was not a very complicated issue (he just found something that was that far in the future a little boring to work on). ❝ Like I told Kuchiki, when he asked - he will be sent to Hell upon his death. ❞ Telling him this had (apparently) been seen as an insult. He wasn’t sure why. Others OFTEN told HIM that he was going to hell (especially Kyoraku said that a lot) - and all they were doing was stating a fact. He was going to hell. It was simple logic. However, he was not going to stay there. Unless he could continue his research and work there, in which case... There would be no need for him to leave. / @monkifuraibo​ ,, continued .

[kazeshinigami]

Hey, Hisagi-fukutaicho! Some of the other soul reapers are going out drinking to mourn our chances of getting into Abarai's pants. Wanna join us?

People around here will find any excuse to go out drinking, but Shuuhei nonetheless finds this particular reason especially one to gape at incredulously. But rather than rain on other people’s obliviously inconsiderate parade, he comes up with a sensible cover.

“I’ll have to pass. All of this gossip has people so distracted that the extra paperwork is piling up. Someone has to take care of it.”

[baiika]

@monkifuraibo​ from here

“You’d have no way of knowing whether or not Sousuke was good at it, so I had to include him.” He was very attractive before people got to knew him. “Tousen was very attractive, too. Ichimaru was the only ugly one out of them.”

“Ayasegawa is a surprise. He’s gorgeous, like a girl.” Who wasn’t in constant adoration of pretty girls? “I hope Kuchiki-taichou isn’t on the fuck-list after what he did to you, but he’s too pretty, and the dick wants what the dick wants... Actually, both Kuchiki-taichou are on the list.” Rukia was much prettier than Byakuya, though. “Oumaeda isn’t on the fuck-list. He’s awful in every conceivable way.” She was pretty sure he was crusted with a film of sugar from rice cakes.

[godkilller]

@monkifuraibo & @keikakudori inspired by gin's flirting with arrancar!renji.

[cirsiu-m]

@monkifuraibo​ : //actually curious. Is he ever tempted?

Sometimes it’ll be late at night and he’s got his phone in his hand and he feels a gaping hole where closeness ought to be but there’s no one around and everyone thinks he’s garbage but Renji would come over in a heartbeat, he knows. But he’s got all this stupid shit in his head about being a good friend. He blames Renji, for being the kind of person you don’t want to fuck over.

[scnkei]

He is not really sure what to do about it.. This knowledge. He also is not sure if Byakuya realizes what day it is. A year. They're been together for a year. Obviously they've been together for longer than that as captain and lieutenant, but.. It has been a year since Byakuya accepted his feelings. Maybe Byakuya does not even realize; he probably hadn't noted the date back then. But Renji had.

So now he just.. Doesn't know what to do with this giddy energy thrumming through him all day. It is just a regular office day, after all. And he hasn't bought a gift, because it seemed silly, especially if Byakuya hadn't realized what today was. But he had planned to stay over today, and, after the working day is done, and they start a by-now familiar ritual of post-work relaxation, Renji insists they take a walk in the gardens. It is still a bit chilly out this time of year, but spring's coming is evident. The garden is alive, and beautiful. Renji did bring a thermos of tea and two cups. He wanted to at least note the memorable passing of time. Just a few months ago they were broken up, and he never would have thought this possible. But now..

They stop, and as per usual, their gaze is drawn to the sky and the moon. A waxing crescent today.. Golden eyes shift over to Byakuya's face, illuminated by the pale light, and the warm lanterns hung up around the garden. He pours them both a cup of hot tea and smiles as he hands Byakuya one. "Happy anniversary."

The moon above them, like a silver hook. Golden light from the lanterns spread across the pathway through the garden, was a contrast. Like him and Renji, maybe. There was a chill in the air, causing flowers to close up and not let their perfume out at night. When Renji had suggested a walk through the gardens, Byakuya had gladly joined him. It was an activity that Byakuya very much enjoyed, and he usually walked alone. Naturally, it was better if he could walk together with Renji. Everything was better with him, Byakuya had come to learn. The small things. The bigger things. And, perhaps, especially - the everyday things.

They stopped at their usual spot, where the view of the sky was best. Though, tonight they couldn't see the stars as easily, the lanterns competing with that faint light. Byakuya looked away from the sky. Away from the moon, to look at Renji instead. He was beautiful, of course. Byakuya preferred to see him in sunlight. To see the sharp contrast of his tattoos, and the gold in his eyes. The crimson vibrancy of his hair. Renji's gaze too shifted, meeting his for a moment. Byakuya wondered if Renji preferred to see him in moonlight. It would be quite fitting.

Renji poured a cup of tea. Byakuya held out his hand to accept it. He didn't think he'd ever had tea at night, in the garden. The cup was warm to his cold fingertips. He'd rather hold Renji's hand than the cup, but oh well.

When Renji spoke, Byakuya did, for a moment, not understand what he meant. Which anniversary was he speaking of? Then, he understood. He had not known the specific date, but apparently - it was today. One year since their feelings aligned. One year since Renji more or less forced his way into his life. Their relationship was built upon frustration on Renji's side, and confusion on his. Not anymore though. Byakuya could hardly believe it had only been one year. How could his entire world change so rapidly? It would've been frightening, had it not been for the fact that he trusted Renji completely. Wherever the other would lead him, surely, it would be safe.

He didn't know how to portray softness, but he hoped Renji could see it in him. At least a little.

❝ I was unaware of the specific date. ❞ But now, he would never forget it. ❝ Next year, let us make arrangements. ❞ For a form of celebration. Or at least a marking of the day.

[keikakudori]

[[hmm arrancar Renji orrr tousen?]]

❝ If I must pick -... Kaname. It is not out of disfavor to Renji, but simply and merely that I am far more attached to Kaname. ❞ Nevermind what had happened long ago; a secret he kept even from Gin. He didn't know how the viper would respond to it, but it was enough of something that discomforted him, his own actions, and a long-standing sense of shame had had never relented entirely. He should have been better.

[epiphemera]

"Ya know.. That's only half a secret. Ya didn't even tell me where this secret cellar is!" He pouts a little at his captain. Why is he always finding ways to be evasive, even when he is not allowed to be lie or be evasive?

byakuya raises one slender brow at the outburst. "i gave an approximate location." he satisfied the limits of the request to the letter, no more and no less, but that sullen expression is endearing so he generously volunteers another tidbit. "i did happen to find it in my youth, though it's exact position is not something i recall explicitly... though, i do remember imbibing more than perhaps i should have at that age." he has some dizzying memories of attempting to shunpo back to the estate and making several very poor missteps into bushes and a stream. he also remembers his grandfather's look of disapproval upon finding the kuchiki heir in such an inebriated state.

[despairforme]

     Nnoitra more or less ALWAYS thought people were out to fight him. Because that was what he, himself felt. Always on edge. Always ready to kill. Was it paranoia? Maybe. He hadn’t come this far just to lose it all. Becoming the QUINTO ESPADA had been hard work. This was the reason behind his comment made towards Renji. But - he could tell from the other’s expression ( or, mostly by his reiatsu ), that he truly wasn’t here to fight him. That didn’t necessarily mean they WOULDN’T fight though. Nnoitra could always just throw his weapon at him for the hell of it. He was really not in the mood for that now. The light, joking tone Renji spoke in was almost lifting his heavy thoughts a little. Almost. At least enough so that he could joke in return, even if his grin looked kind of tired.

     ❝ Whaaat? He wanted ‘ta rip yer tail off? ‘Daz when ya should be ‘da first ‘ta strike. Rip HIS tail off instead. Yer both just ‘lil kittens after all. ❞ As for what he was up to? Absolutely nothing. As per usual. / @monkifuraibo​ ,, continued .

[amaranthineoni]

WHAT KIND OF ART WOULD SOMEONE MAKE ABOUT YOU?

films

you are wild and there’s no way for your essence to be captured in a frozen format. you are a character and the only way to describe you is to capture you in motion. you are electric. people are naturally drawn to you because you exude confidence. everything you do, you seem to know what your next step is. you are the muse to many, even if you don't know it, but deep down you do. people tend to fall in love with the idea of which i'm sure can be exhausting.

Tagged by: @mindinmuken​ [Thank you darlin~]

Tagging: @pantcrablood, @monkifuraibo​, @despairforme​, @obsidiennes​ (spins the wheeeeeeeel -> how bout bambi?)

[deivorous]

@monkifuraibo​ asked: "Ya ever been in make up this long?" Renji joked. The other models were all brightly coloured. Some he'd worked with before. The blue-haired dude beside him he hadn't, though. He was getting some complex braiding done while a second person was putting all kinds of product on his face. The other guy was more or less getting the same treatment. Though it seemed to Renji that he was getting extensions in his hair, too. Jeez.. to find extensions in that colour. //Model!au uwu

It’s a weird visual, Grimmjow thinks, but he’s not hired to have opinions on the clothing, only to wear it. Japanese streetwear meets viking fashion. It’s made for a very bright collection of models, each with different vibrantly colored hair - his own, freshly died just for this - and explosive rainbow make up.

Most of the models are happy to mind their business and live gram their process. The one next to him decides, instead, to get chatty and it’s good cuz Grimmjow was getting bored.

“Done 18 hour shoots before,” he replies, and his artist gives a sympathetic groan, and shares a look with his hair stylist who gives him a reassuring shoulder squeeze. This one shouldn’t take nearly as long with how many people they have working. That’s what Grimmjow likes most about these big, fancy brands. They value efficiency. Time is money and they don’t like to spend it, so everyone’s in and out real quick. “The make ups not the worst part. You new? Haven’t seen you ‘round before.”

[shizukesafukutaicho]

IC asks // always accepting

@monkifuraibo said: "Cute cat." He tried to sign it to him, too and grins. His hands are a little sloppy, he's not very well-practiced yet, but he does his best.

°\ His hand was gently scratching the chin of the tabby in front of him. Atau smiled at him, glad to see the other lieutenant. He enjoyed seeing him trying to sign, it stirred something in the dark haired lieutenant. Pride wasn't the right word, but it was something he was still trying to determine.

He lifted his hands to reply. Renji seemed to have picked it up well, considering the complexity.

'She comes around a lot. Would you like to pet her?' he asked, then reached back down to scratch behind her ears.