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zibethrose · 1 year
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The universe is forced to give you a reality check because of your obstinate refusal to be brave and deal with the truths of your circumstances. Letting go what no longer serves you should be a priority for you, in order to usher in new possibilities for your life. Pull your head out of the proverbial sand and stop labouring under falsehoods. 
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cssz723dovmjwa · 1 year
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dire-vulture · 2 years
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omg since lair organization is on my mind i guess i’ll write down some thoughts/plans sadfasd
i should definitely make real hibden tabs now that its more than just storage sdafds so many permas in there now... probably should have a sleeping Florabrisa tab to store more residents, but the big one ive been considering for awhile is a ‘travelers’ tab for dragons that are either on the move a lot or are only temporarily visiting florabrisa. technically gelibol should be there tbh since it’s his tavern where a lot of them would be staying haha. i’m not sure if i’d have to separate gelibol and colada or not, i could probably bring colada to the travel tab too since they sometimes help out at the bar haha. i feel like people often use ‘traveler tabs’ to mean dragons theyre getting rid of, so actually i could name the tab Gelibol’s Tavern to be more clear? i think i had that idea before and then forgot it but im remembering now and have it in writing so dsafad woo (of course not every dragon would literally be staying at the tavern, but i think it could still work?)
i also had intended to keep it to 30 dragons a page, and my swamp tab has 38 dragons currently..and there are some dragons that need to be added to there. i can probably divide that tab into two pages finally
Coco I’ve never been sure where she should go. she doesn’t actually live in Florabrisa. the tavern wouldn’t make sense in that case, maybe the Farmland tab since that kind of encompasses the outskirts where she lives?
i think Ram and Ulota also got me thinking of a salon tab haha. that would have so few dragons in it though. Galanthus runs it, she’d have two of her kids, Fioralba and Quarrae there i think. maybe her other kid Brondelle (and Mykytyn and Kayleigh by extension)? Jordis would go with Ram, Gwennol too. Yazeena and Steepe? im not sure if this would be enough dragon since i prefer tabs having like..20+ dragons haha,, but hm. ooh i could combine it with florabrisa’s healthcare dragons? isla, epasisas, eve, vico, slough, bandelero.. that could kind of work i think. isla would have freya with her even though technically freya isn’t a florabrisa resident.  zibeth is tricky since she’s a 13 year old whose parents live in the swamp and she should be with them, but she’s also isla’s apprentice..
well i’m definitely not doing any organzing tonight..but weekend project perhaps
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reallypheelingit · 3 years
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here’s a little drawing of Zibeth, a crafty young fae who lives in the swamp with her outlaw moms and is training to be a healer!
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gnomepng · 5 years
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anyway here's my trollsona that wasn't at first but then she became my babe!!
fun facts not in her about
- anxious and very aware of inevabity
- loves bright colors
- land of hourglasses and colors
- probably dies a lot in game
- has low level psiionic like powers (emotion (usually guilt) reading, weak levitation), but relies on physically strength for fighting
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(becuase I can) zechin zenana zendos zenith zephyr zeroed zeroes zeroth zested zester zeugma zibeth zibets zigged zigzag zillah zinced zincic zincky zincos zinebs
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cheshiresense · 5 years
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Ok so, I was reading and super enjoying your hunger!verse Tsuna thingy and I was forced afterword to go seek out more arcobaleno fic (FORCED. Pshhh). Annnnyway I did and now I'm desperately curious if we'll be seeing more of it? Maybe the first time Fon sees Tsuna eat? Will we ever find out how hard Lal Mirch smacks the Sawada Idiot? Where is Skull in all this? So curious! Anyway! Love your fic! Even when you're dragging me kicking and screaming into new fandoms:D
I’m not getting any Skull-writing-motivation atm, and Iemitsu is always a headache to write, even when he’s getting rightfully smacked. So I’ll just do a very short blurb of Fon&Tsuna interactions.
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The first time Fon witnesses it, he’s torn between a morbid sort of fascination and a revolted sense of trepidation.
“You don’t have to be here,” Tsuna tells him, not for the first time, as Viper goes to check them in and Reborn leaves to make sure there’s no one with so much as an unpaid parking ticket to their name within five miles of the hotel they’ll be staying in.
It still surprises Fon, a little, even after two months in their company, which is actually one month more than they’ve ever willingly spent with each other. But even back before they realized the kind of woman Luce really was, not even Reborn was as protective of her as he is of Tsuna. Or maybe it’s just a different kind of protective. Where there was always a respectful distance between themselves and Luce, no matter how kindly she treated them, there’s none of that between Reborn - and Viper - and Tsuna.
That’s not to say they don’t respect him of course– in a rare moment of quiet honesty when Tsuna had fallen ill - again - with a mild fever, Viper had confessed to Fon that their new Sky was a kind of strong that still utterly baffled them as much as it was worthy of their admiration as well. And Reborn hadn’t slept a wink until Tsuna got better.
But Tsuna lets them close in a way Luce never could’ve, guards their health and wellbeing in a way Luce never had, and in return, it’s easy to see how Reborn and Viper consider him beloved and friend and Sky and boss, in exactly that order too.
Devotion. That was what they lacked when it came to Luce. That was what Luce could never quite earn from them, even before they learned the terrible truth, even from Reborn. She had gathered them and charmed them and earned their trust, but she had never been able to inspire the steadfast instinctual dedication that both Reborn and Viper show Tsuna these days, so in tune with the boy that even the way they move somehow seems in tune with each other, like… well, exactly like elements woven in with their sky.
And maybe that’s why Fon assures, also not for the first time, “I understand, Tsunayoshi-kun, but so long as you do not object, I would like to stay.”
He’s self-aware enough to know where this is going, that it’s only a matter of time for him too– one of these days, he’ll have enough courage to offer his own Flames as well, it’s on the tip of his tongue already, and even the echo of remembered agony and instinctual fear isn’t going to stop him.
And considering it’s only been a little over two months since he first met Tsunayoshi, well, even Luce hadn’t tamed them all as quickly.
(Fon worries about that sometimes. It’s not natural, is it? To care about someone so fiercely, so fast. But it actually helps that Tsunayoshi’s fought him just about every step of the way; he’s a Sky who so obviously cares, and so even if it makes Fon a little uneasy, he’s also equally determined to return that care. He can’t be a Storm to a Sky - doesn’t deserve to be a Storm to a Sky, especially this Sky - if the bond between them doesn’t go both ways.)
It’s… not as terrible as Fon thought it would be, once they’re shut away in the top-floor suite and Tsuna’s lips are dyed with yellow and indigo. He looks healthier in this moment than Fon has ever seen him, cheeks less hollow, bones less brittle, skin flushed with a healthier colour. Fon pays close attention to the entire process despite some part of him screaming at him to back out of the room, and so he also notices the way neither Reborn nor Viper show any signs of hesitation or pain when they draw out their own Flames and feed them to Tsuna.
“You should eat a bit more,” Viper huffs, shoving more indigo fire at their Sky when he tries to protest. “If you insist on going days without a proper meal, at least eat your fill when we do this.”
Reborn just stares Tsuna down until the boy sighs and accepts more of the handfuls of Flames the hitman is holding out.
Later, when it’s Fon’s turn to walk Tsuna to school (they’ve worked out a schedule, just to give each of them a bit of time alone with their Sky, although it took almost two months before Reborn and Viper - with Tsuna insisting - grudgingly agreed to add Fon to the rotation), he remarks, “It does not seem to hurt them, or otherwise affect them negatively.”
Tsuna doesn’t bother playing dumb. Everything about him droops for a moment instead. “…Maybe not. I mean it definitely did at first, and I don’t know if it’s just because they’ve gotten used to it, they said it wasn’t that and I don’t think they were lying to make me feel better but…”
He shakes his head and glances away, and for a moment, it doesn’t seem like he’ll continue his train of thought. But Fon waits patiently and is rewarded a few minutes later by a near-inaudible, “I just don’t like it. They’re literally sustaining me with their souls. And all I do is… take that from them. But what do I give them?”
Ah. So that’s the crux of the problem.
Well, Fon supposes it’s not so much of a surprise, for this boy. It’s a good thing then, that Fon knows the answer already.
“You give them a home,” He says, steadily, honestly, and something in his chest floods with a warmth that tethers him to the Sky beside him. Judging by the way Tsuna’s eyes widen and his hand jumps to his chest, Fon’s not the only one who can feel the creation of their bond.
“You give us a home,” He continues. “A place to belong, something to hold us together when we would otherwise be adrift in the world. Perhaps that does not sound especially important to you, but for us who have lived for decades with no one to care about and no one who might care about us, a Sky like you is… everything.”
Tsuna does not reply for a long moment. They’re entering through the school gates when he finally speaks again, and even then, it’s a succinct answer, less question and more dawning realization. “You guys were alone. And lonely.”
Fon smiles wryly and thinks of how even with every alarm bell ringing in his head, he still hopped on the first flight to Japan after hearing about a Sky who might actually be a proper Sky. Thinks too of how Reborn approached first even though he’d arguably been burned worst, and Viper who had long decided that trust was for fools and yet had still so desperately wanted someone to be worthy of their trust.
“We were,” Fon admits in a way he knows Reborn and Viper - even to Tsuna - would be hard-pressed to do. “And sometimes, being alone is the worst thing anyone can experience.”
Tsuna nods a little as he changes his shoes. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”
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After that, Tsuna is still firm about only eating their Flames once every few days, but he eases up on the protests, and when Fon offers his own Flames up the next time, Tsuna grimaces but also nods slowly without arguing. Reborn and Viper both give Fon suspicious side-eyes but since this works in their favour too, neither of them bring it up.
On his part, Fon feels the same instinctual fear swell up inside him, but he looks at Tsuna, his Sky, and his resolve is infinitely stronger. The core of his Storm Flames flare bright and fierce, and when Fon gathers a piece of it and breaks it off from the rest, there is only a brief spark of pain, like a hard pinch, and then he’s breathing easy again, and his hands burn with the wild pulse of his life-fire.
When Tsuna accepts it with reverent hands, and the red twines with Reborn’s yellow and Viper’s indigo as their Sky eats, something in Fon sits back, satisfied, and the newly forged Guardian bond inside him strengthens.
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The very next morning, Fon wakes to a crash and Reborn very uncharacteristically shouting, “What the fuck-”
Fon’s barging into Tsuna’s room with a Viper who hasn’t even remembered to grab their cloak on his heels before it actually registers, and even then, it’s only because - for the first time since he was still a student at his first master’s dojo - he literally trips over his own feet.
He sits up and stares. Viper’s deathly silent behind him, and even Reborn’s fallen quiet from where he’s half-leaning against the nightstand. His hammock is ripped down the middle and hangs limply from the ceiling. Tsuna stares at all three of them from his bed, wide-eyed and stunned.
Fon looks at Reborn, whose ass is on the floor but whose head levels with the bedside table. He twists to look at Viper, who’s forgotten to float and is standing and... now seems to be about Tsuna’s height.
And then he looks down at himself, at hands that are no longer the tiny ones of his toddler self, at longer limbs that feel clumsily awkward and a heavier body that takes up more space than he’s used to. He’s nowhere near the size of his adult self, but he’s definitely now almost three times the size he was when he went to bed last night.
Reborn had the right of it.
What the fuck.
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hyllaarellano · 7 years
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concept: annabeth seeing zia for the first time & having a "oh shit i'm gay" realization
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divanquotes · 4 years
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Salaberry, History of the Ottoman Empire v2, 1813
Page 22: In those stormy times the hall of the Divan was a shaky ground, where ministers of the empire only set for in fear. Attempt, as intrepid in his master’s palace as on the field of battle, entered it with his usual confidence the very day after Roxelane had pronounced his death sentence. “The sultan wants you to die instantly,” said a chiaoux. Attempt look and listen without moving: “I will die,” he answered coldly.
Page 91: The conqueror of Sinan-Pacha, a slave to the Sultans, felt that freedom was appropriate only to the people he had just subjugated. In despotism, he threw out those enduring convictions of a self-governing free state, which still exists today. To complement this extraordinary thought, these republican laws were passed unopposed by the divan of Constantinople, and sanctions by Selim.
Page 100: As early as 1576, the same credulity led him to wage the Persian war, which he pursued for twelve years. He began it on the faith of an man who came to assure him that, during his sleep, he had seen on the door of the Divan, this inscription: “Amurath, conqueror of Persia.” In vain did Mehemed say that this war, always renewed, had always been fatal to the Empire. The old Mehemed did not have, under Amurath, the credit that he had enjoyed under Soliman and under Selim. The sultan, like all weak princes, feared to appear to be governed; if it had been the pashas who formed the Divan, the Empire would have lost nothing in glory or in power. The elderly Mehemed, Piali, Mustapha and Sinan, the conquerors of Zibeth, Gerbes, Cyprus and Tunis, wanted to inspire their master only with great designs and vigorous resolutions.
Page 103: He had just perished, on a divan, murdered by a spahi. The circumstances of this murder must be collected by the historian, since they know the protector which merinos to the oppressed within Ottoman despotism, and what a spirit of justice often directs the sultans.
Page 193: The Caymacan had persuaded the stupid Sultan to leave Constantinople, and had held him for five days at a hunting party. The janissaries returned in crowds to the city; the mufti consecrated by a fete the deposition of Mustapha; the defterdar publicly accused the Sultan of having dissipated immense sums for the last three months of his reign; the Kislar-aga, administrator of the wacoufs, declared that he had diverted the revenues of the mosque, which can only be taken during the wars of religion; the janissaries, the spahis, and the entire military joined forces, tumutuously demanding one of Achmet’s sons as emperor. Prince Othman, twelve years old, appeared among the people. Already he had girded the imperial scimitar in the mosque of Ejuh; he had already received in the hazed the homage of the seraglio and the Divan; Mustapha had not yet heard of the return of the soldiers, nor the revolution wrought in Constantinople. A detachment of Palus was sent to meet him. No one defended him; and he himself made no resistance. Content to see no one was blocking his path, he allowed himself to be ld into one of the towers of the seraglio, where he vegetated stupidly as he had lived on the throne. His reign was only a four-month dream, and Mustapha seemed forgotten the very next day.
Page 195: Opinions were divided in the Divan as to the question of which enemies could be attacked. On the one hand, the Cossacks of Borysthenes, subjects of the crown of Poland, infested the Black Sea, in retaliation for the incursions made, as far as Podolia, by the Tartars of Crimea. They had just beaten Memin Pasha, sent to repress their insults; they had forced the Ottoman galleys to flee; their boats had come to plunder the villages located along the coast of Romelie; they had thrown terror into Constantinople. 
Page 221: The ephemeral successor of Daoud-Pacha was an old white eunuch named Mehemed Jorjy. The caprice of the soldiery did not last long. Cussein was recalled by her; his gold moved all these secret springs to the profit of his ambition, but the Valid Sultana, who did not like this minister, sent the seals of the empire to Calil, Pacha of the sea, who by piety or terror, meditating to become a dervish, refused the dangerous honor which was offered to him in such difficult moments. All the other Viziers also resisted it; the seal of the Empire was sent three times from the Divan to the seraglio, and from the seraglio to the Divan. The necessity or the fear of irritating the soldiers made him fall back into Cussein’s hands.
Page 390: This rapid succession of viziers, under a prince entirely null, did not change anything about the politics of the Divan; he was influenced by the advice and money of France; and the state of war continued without the belligerent powers being removed from making peace. But they did not agree on the main point.
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soclaimon · 5 years
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zibethrose · 2 years
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You are the orchestrator of your life, nobody but you have the power to decide how you are going to live your life. It is your decisions that ultimately shapes your life. Know this and make wise decisions and choices to affect beneficial changes into your life.
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dire-vulture · 4 years
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i posted about bristle and whistle fairly recently and mentioned the family, but i thought it’d be fun to just make a post showing everyone!
the most extensive family in Florabrisa not connected to my founders haha
So here we have, Dardo and her wife Uluru, and their adoptive daughters Camelopardalis and Zibeth!
Then we have Dardo’s nephews, Crystalspirit and twins Bristle, and Whistle! I think Crystalspirit is the twins’ half-brother but not totally set there haha. (and probably never will be since it doesn’t really matter tbh)
and they’re not really in the family tree right now, but i also threw in Brightsoul who is good friends with Crystalspirit (and Crys is totally crushing hard on him..they might be together some day :O ) and Whistle’s new bf Anidina!
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cheshiresense · 5 years
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in the ura + ichi time travel au kaien was (understandably) concerned that ichigo suddenly started hanging out with kisuke. what would kaien's opinion of ichigo and aizen hanging out be, though? since aizen was a generally well liked person back then and all that. would kaien see aizen as a good influence on ichigo or do you think he would be more reserved about it?
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…I accidentally shoehorned Shinji into this whoops.
Anyway, you mean in the Aizen&Ichigo time travel verse right? Hmm well I know I dropped several hints in SP of Kaien (and a few others) knowing that there was something not-good up with Aizen, but canonically speaking, literally nobody except Shinji ever suspected him, so I think in this verse, I’m going to go with Kaien being one of the many who think that Aizen is just a reliable Shinigami and a generally upstanding guy. He doesn’t hero-worship him like the younger/lower-ranking Shinigami but he respects Aizen as a fellow lieutenant and the Fifth was really lucky to manage nabbing him for their squad.
So here, Kaien couldn’t prevent Ichigo from joining the Twelfth under that Very Suspicious Character Urahara (and he soon learns the impossibility that is trying to prevent Ichigo from doing anything he sets his mind to), so he’s relieved when word gets around that even after graduation, Ichigo still spends time with that Fifth Division lieutenant/part-time teacher because it means he has some regular Good Influence in his life. The Soul King knows Ichigo doesn’t spend much time with anyone else, doesn’t seem to have any close friends from his year in the Academy either or even just squadmates he can grab drinks with, so Kaien’s glad his cousin has at least one person he seems to like enough to hang out with, even if a friendship between a fresh graduate and a lieutenant is rather odd. Aizen doesn’t seem to mind either, which is also a bit of a shock because for all that the man has a reputation for helping students and subordinates alike, Kaien’s never heard of him spending time outside of work and teaching spars and classes with one. And as far as Kaien knows, he doesn’t think Aizen has any friends he hangs out with either. He’s polite and relatively friendly when he speaks to any of his colleagues, but it’s always work work work for that man. Kaien doesn’t know how he does it.
Still, he appreciates the time Aizen is taking out of his schedule these days to meet up with Ichigo for meals. On occasion, they can even be seen walking together back to their respective divisions. It’s odd, but it’s also pretty clear they’re friends, and so of course, when New Year’s swings around, Kaien wastes no time extending an invitation to Aizen as well to attend the Shibas’ annual celebrations.
He’s not surprised when Aizen - politely - turns him down. He seems that kind of guy. So Kaien moves on to Plan B - he goes to Ichigo, expounds on the elaborate festivities that will be taking place at the party, waxes poetic about how disappointed everyone will be if Ichigo can’t come, and then drops an offhand mention of how he’d tried to invite Ichigo’s friend Aizen too just so Ichigo would have someone he knew with him, not to mention Aizen doesn’t seem to have anyone to celebrate with anyway, but the lieutenant had turned him down.
Ichigo is fuming and scowling and looks about two seconds away from depriving the Thirteenth of their lieutenant, and Kaien very carefully does not show his glee as Ichigo shouts, “We’re not friends!”, looking appalled for some reason, before storming off, and Kaien can feel his reiatsu signature heading directly for the Fifth Division compound.
Mission accomplished.
(“And I should attend this function with you because…?” Aizen enquires, raising a delicately skeptical eyebrow.
Ichigo glowers at everything. “Well I’m not going alone. Kaien said they’re gonna be partying all night. I’m not suffering through that on my own!”
“Then turn the invitation down.”
“I can’t do that! Kuukaku apparently already told everyone I’ll be going, and Kaien said the kids are all looking forward to meeting me properly!”
Aizen’s other eyebrow joins his first, and he could not look more judgemental if he tried. “That still does not explain why I have to go. The fact that you are a pushover for small children is entirely your own fault.”
Ichigo reminds himself that he cannot actually reach across the table and strangle the bastard, no matter how much he wants to. He tries changing tactics instead. “Come on, it’s not like you have anything to do anyway-”
“On the contrary, I have a new book I wish to-”
“-and Kaien told me he invited you too so obviously you’ll also be expected to show up, and I’m not gonna quit badgering you about it until you agree!”
Aizen’s brow crinkles ever so slightly at the mention of Kaien. “Hm, well-played,” He murmurs, but before Ichigo can ask what he means, he continues smoothly, “I have already turned him down, so your argument is invalid. No one will be expecting me, and even if they will be, unlike you,” He beams like the super creepy virtuous Shinigami almost everyone thinks he is, which never fails to make Ichigo cringe. “I do not care in the slightest.”
Ichigo twitches before crossing his arms so that he’s less tempted to do something rash. “Well too bad! You still owe me for being evil and stalker-y, so suck it up and pick out a nice outfit because you’re going even if I have to drag you there!”
Aizen sighs long-sufferingly. “Exactly how long do you plan on trying to hold that over my head, Ichigo-kun?”
“Forever,” Ichigo retorts. “Now are you coming or are we gonna throw down over this?”
Aizen levels a flat look on him. Ichigo glares back. The two of them remain in stubborn silence for several minutes, and eventually it’s Ichigo who cracks because Aizen is a heartless monster with unrepentant stalker tendencies.
“Fine,” Ichigo huffs. “How ‘bout I show you a reishi trick I figured out recently?” Something like interest sparks in Aizen’s eyes. So predicable. “I’ve been experimenting. It’s not something I ever saw Yhwach or any of his minions do, or even Ishida or his dad, so it’s probably not something you know. But only if you come with me to the party. I’ll show you afterewards.”
Aizen watches him for a moment longer before a smirk curls at one corner of his mouth. “You’re learning.” Then he sighs, way too dramatically in Ichigo’s opinion. “Very well, but if it is something I already know, then you’ll owe me three months of manual labour in the form of paperwork. Agreed?”
Ichigo makes a face. “What? No way! One month at most.”
“Two.”
“One and one week and no more, asshole. I swear to god I am not above kicking your extortioning ass across Seireitei if you try to up that! Besides, I’m pretty sure you don’t know what I’ll be showing you anyway so it’s a pointless bargain.”
Aizen looks amused now. “Then it should hardly matter.”
Ichigo scowls. “It’s the principle of the matter. Well?”
Aizen inclines his head. “I agree to these terms. What time is this celebration?”
Ichigo grins, triumphant.)
Kaien cackles like a supervillain when he gets - very grudging - confirmation that both Ichigo and Aizen would be attending the New Year celebrations at the Shiba compound.
Fast forward a few weeks and Shinji narrowly avoids spraying tea all over Ukitake when Kaien strides back in to the dining hall and announces his cousin and Aizen Sousuke’s presence, both of whom enter behind the clan head, one with a scowl, the other with a cordial smile. They get seated between Kaien and Kuukaku, across from Shinji, Kyouraku, and Ukitake, and for a moment, Shinji’s gaze meet his lieutenant’s.
“Good evening, Taichou,” Aizen greets him, mild as milk, but even though his expression is perfectly calm, there’s something about it anyway that makes Shinji think he’s probably laughing on the inside.
“Sou-chan, what a surprise,” Shinji sighs and goes about refilling his cup. He needs way more sake than what’s on the table to survive the rest of this night.
They don’t really talk for the rest of the party. They’ve never really had casual conversations before. Even Shinji’s regular teasing when it comes to Aizen is at least partly to try and get a rise out of his frustratingly secretive lieutenant. And as long as Shinji’s known him, Aizen’s never really been one for celebrations. He attends captain/lieutenant functions when it’s required of him, and even then he only stays just long enough that it wouldn’t be rude when he excuses himself. He never goes out for drinks or meals, and he definitely never goes out with anyone just for fun.
Until Shiba Ichigo of course. Shinji still doesn’t know how those two work.
But, he soon realizes, the party is a perfect excuse to subtly observe them in a public setting, and that brightens his mood exponentially.
And what he observes…
It’s… odd, their interactions, which Shinji already knew from glimpses of them at the Fifth. But that was a work setting, and this isn’t, and that apparently makes a lot of difference. Or maybe it’s just that they’ve gotten closer since the last time Shinji saw them.
Even at the more casual captain/lieutenant get-togethers, Shinji recalls, Aizen stayed on the sidelines, in the background. He spoke when spoken to, and he kept any conversation going effortlessly, never dominating and always making the other party feel like he was interested in whatever topic they’d struck up even though Shinji is certain that couldn’t be farther from the truth. But he never really engaged other people of his own volition, and no matter how polite, it always felt - at least to Shinji - that he couldn’t wait to leave and get away from the annoyances that kept him from attending to whatever it was he was doing behind Shinji’s back.
He doesn’t do that here, doesn’t stay on the outside. Or rather, Ichigo won’t let him. When Kaien drags Ichigo into a conversation, Ichigo drags Aizen right along wtih him, and that wouldn’t be so jarring, but then some of the younger Shiba children shyly sidle up and ask to play tag with their newest cousin, and Ichigo folds like wet paper and agrees, but he also invites Aizen, who protests and is promptly ignored, and Shinji is treated to the mind-boggling sight of Aizen awkwardly - as awkward as Shinji’s ever seen him - playing tag with a bunch of children.
Surely he’s woken up in a parallel universe without realizing earlier?
Then there’s the fireworks display, and Ichigo drags Aizen off to show him how to set off a bunch of them. There’s desserts passed around, and Ichigo looks positively mournful when he’s too slow to get any of the kagami mochi before they’re all gone. Shinji almost chokes on his own taiyaki when Aizen visibly smirks at Ichigo, even taunting the kid with his own dessert, but after a round of mocking and scowl-pouting, the man also sighs before shoving his own plate of mochi at Ichigo and snags Ichigo’s leftover dango instead. Ichigo immediately brightens, and although his scowl never leaves his face, he somehow looks years younger with how ridiculously happy he is about a simple dessert.
And when even Aizen looks like he can’t take anymore socializing after the twelfth time someone accosts him for chitchat, Ichigo whisks him off somewhere, and Shinji doesn’t see them again until he catches their silhouettes on the roof as the night sky lights up with Kuukaku’s personal fireworks finale.
It’s… odd. Shinji can’t really find any other word for it, and by the time he takes his leave, the interactions he’s seen weigh on him more than he’s comfortable with.
These days, it feels like the Aizen Sousuke he’s always known was a completely different man from this one. Then of course, when he’s not interacting with Ichigo, he’s exactly like the man Shinji’s always known - polite and friendly and so utterly fake that it makes Shinji wonder if his colleagues are all brain-dead for not noticing.
Aizen looks at the world like he’s above it all, or maybe like he’s simply indifferent to everything, Shinigami and the Gotei and Soul Society alike.
But he looks at Ichigo like he’s actually seeing a person, and that perhaps is the biggest reason why Shinji cannot reconcile the two versions of his lieutenant.
He’s never known Aizen Sousuke to care about anyone. And Shinji’s not certain what to do about it now that he does.
Unbeknownst to Shinji, Kaien observes them too, and unlike Shinji, he likes what he sees. It’s odd, yes - Shinigami fresh out of school and even just lower-ranked ones in general simply don’t interact with their higher-ups in so familiar a manner. But Ichigo’s always been odd all on his own, and they’re not even part of the same division so nobody can call favouritism anyway, and so long as Ichigo’s fine with it, that’s all Kaien cares about.
He sees everything Shinji does tonight, and it lifts a weight from his shoulders. He’d been worried about his long-lost cousin, uncomfortable amongst family, and too strong to make friends easily at the Academy. Depending on Urahara to look out for his newest subordinate is laughable at best, and Kaien knows better than anyone that Shibas aren’t meant to be isolated. Ichigo’s introverted and a private person in general, but he’s not so different when it comes down to it. At the very least, he doesn’t seem as stressed compared to the first several months he first came into Kaien’s life, and Kaien doesn’t think he’s wrong when he contributes part of that to the Fifth Division lieutenant.
And Aizen too… well, it’s harder to tell with him. But he treats Ichigo like a friend, occasionally indulgent in a way that’s actually not unlike the way Kaien would treat a younger sibling himself, and that’s something Kaien’s never seen Aizen do with anyone else. Sure, he indulges students when they want his attention, and lower-ranked Shinigami when they want his advice, but there’s always a line in the sand with them, one he never toes. He makes himself approachable and likeable with them, and half of them go away nursing crushes.
He’s not like that with Ichigo. He doesn’t make himself anything, as far as Kaien can see. No gentle smiles anywhere. Mostly just smirks that borderline nasty, but flashes of exasperated fondness too. He’s just himself, and Ichigo takes it in stride, and maybe that’s why they’re friends.
It’s odd. But Kaien can’t complain when Ichigo’s happier these days, and he makes a mental note himself to catch Aizen later and tell him he’s welcome back to the Shiba compound anytime.
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zibeth-a · 7 years
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You know your semester’s goin’ great when it’s midnight and you’re drinking tea out of a literal jug whilst attempting to put together a speech outline for your 9 AM and you’re running on fumes and pure spite. I honestly can’t tell whether I’m still a functioning human being or not at this point, but at least I’m breathing? If I remember this tomorrow, I might post some doodles that I’ve been doing during my lectures sometime???
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