#aftapati

[kenpxchi]

❛ Who knew, you would be here? ❜

@aftapati

His long hair sways from side to side with every lazy step he takes across the infinite plane. It's the one place he can't get lost, purely because there is nowhere else to go down here. Every so often, however, he glances at one particular spot, staring, the faintest flare of his nose as he smells lingering blood.

At the prisoner's declaration, Kenpachi's uncovered eye slowly moves to meet Aizen's, his voice a low rumble of ambivalent, distant thunder.

"figured it'd shut up the central forty-six if i was the one who walked around with ya this time. now let's get you outta that thing."

[eldestoften]

@aftapati from here

he'd been minding his business, hadn't he? half of anyone who would come across him couldn't see him, and those that did didn't pay him any mind- because he paid them none, either. he'd had no plans, no one to meet with, and had found himself just... existing. it was kind of nice, actually- until he'd felt the prickle of an intense gaze locked on him.

it hadn't taken him long to find where it was coming from- it wasn't like he blended in even remotely, and yet people seemed to notice this stranger even less.. all while avoiding the space he occupied. but he didn't feel right. cursed spirits knew cursed spirits, but this guy.... he's not from here. the thought hit him suddenly, and he finally moved, shifting one foot toward the individual just enough to let him know he'd been noticed; enough to turn to face him. acknowledgement of a sort, which was only further accentuated by his question.

and he didn't much like his answer. it really wasn't much of one, was it? it answered nothing, and only offered up more questions.. although it confirmed his suspicions of this man being from some other plane..

"Noticed or not, it's not polite to stare.. Even someone without any cursed energy might notice the feeling and be uncomfortable." it wasn't uncommon, after all; the feeling of being watched when one was meant to be alone.

"..You're not a cursed spirit, though, are you? But people avoid you like you are.. What does that make you, then?"

[lunarscaled]

@aftapati

[seanmorroww]

Idyli Tsaliki Ηδύλη Τσαλίκη Αυταπάτη - "Evrigonio Ευρυγώνιο"

Aftapati Αυταπάτη [Veego, 2024]

[redseamstress]

@aftapati

"Aizen...I thought I'd see how you were faring. Muken can't be particularly stimulating, mm?" Kisuke walks out of the shadows near the entrance to the prison level, carrying a wooden box by its handle, some kind of rattling coming in with the movement. He makes little noise other than that, not even the clack-clop of his geta can be heard. Technically speaking, he wasn't supposed to be here. But...you couldn't blame him for wanting to 'make sure a psychopath wasn't about to explode in a mass of reiatsu.'

"Despite all those bindings...hm. I can still barely sense you." The shop keep sounds...bored.

[ketsumyo]

continued // @aftapati

血妙 | OH, HOW MANY OPPORTUNITIES ARE LOST TO THE FEAR OF TAKING A CHANCE? — fear. it governed so much of human behaviour—the fear of being wrong, of exposing oneself to judgment, of looking foolish. to so many, being wrong was akin to failure, to flaw, to an irredeemable fracture in one’s self-worth. They found their solace in inaction.

but not She. tsubaki feared not the sting of error, but the far greater sin of failing to grow .

in fact, had her first supposition proven correct, she dare confess she’d have felt disappointment. for she needed this man—this captivating, complex and loathsome man—to be exactly what he was feared to be. anything less, and she would not have a whetstone upon which to sharpen her wit.

her red-lips curled to a smile—a faint, knowing thing. the flattery of being offered a second chance wasn’t wasted on her.

“ yamecha , ” she intoned, the one word calm and deliberate.

yamecha, the tea of refined brilliance; the evolution of tradition, where the result is nothing short of exceptional.

[narumakiii]

@aftapati ♡ for a one - liner

❛ oh , thanks ! ! ! i nearly forgot to pay attention , 'ttebayo ! ! ! running someone over nearly isn't my usual way of meeting anyone , promise ! ❜

[conquiistador]

,, @aftapati ,, continued .

❝ Fu fu fu fu fu fu! ❞ HUMOUR. Always. His chuckle deep, and clearly giving away that he was intrigued. Oh, the GREED he was witnessing was more like a hunger. The man before him had either been burnt by actual Gods, or he was searching for a transcendence that went beyond Godhood. The venom spewed spoke volumes.

He didn't like being called a Shinigami, hm?

Doflamingo had never known a man who would turn his chin up at the title of GOD. Then again ; he had never met a fellow God. There was no mistaking the ethereal beauty before him. Everything about him, from his eyes without light - to the length of his limbs. Sculpted to absolute perfection as one would only do when creating a GOD. Of course, the beauty in him was not merely superficial. The powers that rested within him. Not like flames. Not like fire. To Doflamingo, it felt more like staring into the abyss. Into the unknown, and it thrilled him.

Perhaps he had FINALLY met someone who would not disappoint him.

❝ If you don't answer to God of Death, what manner of title do you hold? ❞ Or prefer, if you will. He was unbothered by the insult, because it was petty, and he considered it below him, and ( hopefully ) also below the other man. A God didn't need to grasp so desperately for biting words.

[despairforme]

/ stares at. :/

❝ Oi, oi, Aizen. 'S that a way 'ta be lookin' at your favorite? With those fuckin' dead eyes. ❞ One of the ONLY ( if not the only? ) Espada who did not use a honorific when speaking to - or about - Aizen was Nnoitra. If he did, it was always in a sarcastic, spiteful way. """sama""" .

He was just kidding here, of course. He knew he'd never be a favorite, and he didn't even fucking desire that ( he desired strength - and death ). It was just a fun gimmick at this point. Aizen's favorite would forever be that fucking cock-sucker, Ulquiorra. Hard to beat someone who were willing to kiss the Shinigami's ass to that extent. Mah. That was just Ulquiorra's way of filling the VOID in him. Nnoitra could relate. Not because he too had a void to fill, but filling something and battling something were very similar.

He cocked his head back, looking down at Aizen.

Simply because he was taller, and he doubted Aizen often had anyone look DOWN on him.

[kuroimibojin]

@aftapati

HORROR THEMED STARTER CALL.

❛ THE WORLD HAS BEEN TOO KIND TO YOU, AIZEN. ❜ Came the voice of the Weaver, a cold voice creeping with the intent of a cruelness underneath. ( she just wants to see him up close, study him under her own glass. ) Bound again, lost to the solitude & emptiness of the abyss around him. Yet, for now, she is more than happy to speak; --- the need to dissect via words came before the urge of the needle. ❛ I am hardly here to be your punisher, let alone your visitor, but this is just a game for you & I. You were spoken with such high praise before your fall ... ❜

A light laugh, head tilted up to view him better as she does so. ��� I cannot wait to tear you apart. ❜

[symphcnii]

' you look like you've got something to say. ' ( for momo )

Upon hearing that Aizen would be permitted biweekly supervised probation from his imprisonment, Momo had been shocked. Just the thought of seeing him walking about again had filled her with dread; but also a sense of anger. Was a man like him really going to be given another chance? After everything he had done to them? To her? She had tried her best to avoid him at first - but soon came to realise that facing him was something she had to do if she ever hoped to move on.

There was a lot she wanted to say when she finally came face to face with him, yes; but as she stood before him - fists clenched and brow defiantly furrowed - words failed her. Her heart was racing, her scars ached, memories of his betrayal flashed through her mind - and so too did memories of how much she had admired him, right up until his blade pierced her chest. Oh, how she wanted to scream at him for all the pain and sorrow he had caused her.

But, she would not. At least for now. Doing so would not change the past, the fact that he had done those things. It wouldn't make her feel better. He had used her emotions against her back then, and she didn't want to show him now how much she still hurt. With her new captain's help, she was finally healing - she didn't want her mental state to relapse, especially not in front of him. She steels her resolve.

❝ I have nothing to say to you, Aizen. ❞ How long it had taken her to stop subconsciously referring to him as Captain... ❝ Just know that I don't trust you out here for a minute, and if you try anything, I'm not that gullible girl who will come to your defence anymore. ❞

[ninguisinferna]

❛ Do you harbor any hatred for me? ❜ And yet, whether she did or not, mattered little to him. Merely, to quench a small part of inquisitiveness that he held.

unprompted asks, always accepting.

Inquisitiveness could burn for eternity if it was presented as real, but she's not a person to question his motives; she could, in fact, bring on a couple of conclusions, but that'd turn into a waste-- a tedious discussion perhaps, or maybe an avoidance of having any sort of comprehension of his reasoning. If things Ichigo said were true-- still, not worth the thought... it's insignificant.

"... It means little to you-- the one who's stripped of any care on this world. So then... I find it pointless that you ask me such a thing unless you're desperately craving for a conversation."

[redseamstress]

❛ With that brilliant mind of yours, don't you think you could have done better? ❜

"I have a simple answer. It didn't benefit me to change anything." After all...without Aizen's machinations, Isshin would have never met Masaki, and Ichigo would never have been born. And...none of them would be there now, no matter what certain parties thought.

"...but I suppose your actions made things better, even over a hundred years ago." But thanks won't be given, no reason to gain favor with a moth in a cage.

[ketsumyo]

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血妙 | OH, TO BE SO FREE OF PURGATORY—TO TRANSCEND THE LIMITATIONS OF CONSCIENCE. — she imagined the liberation of such a path, unshackled by the weight of concern, wielding power untempered by hesitation. his reasoning was exact, almost beautiful in its ruthless clarity, carving through the comforts of morality to reveal the cold, brutal efficiency of his vision. aizen moved as something beyond human: unanchored by guilt, unbound by trust, a force unto himself.

and what could a mind achieve, freed from such burdens? extraordinary things—extraordinary, terrible things. she felt it within herself—the chaos beneath the surface. it was no mere force of whim but a tempest vast, beautiful, and primal, restrained by ironclad will. unlike He, she was anchored by sentiment, by connection, by the very obstacles he had spoken of so loathsomely—tethers he had long since severed.

envy stirred in her chest, sharp and fleeting. once, centuries ago, she might have quailed under the shame of such a feeling, but she no longer feared her vulnerabilities. they were no aberration—they were the essence of humanity, of herself. and so, even as envy faded into pity, she allowed it to linger long enough to understand it.

“ I find myself inclined to agree with you, aizen-san, ” she said at last, her voice steady, her words chosen with care. however abhorrent his conclusions, she could not deny the brilliance of his logic. “ to reject sentiment, to sever the ties of dependence—it’s a clarity few can imagine. ”

her lips curved faintly, an echo of a smile—cold, deliberate, untouched by warmth. “ but what if one’s ambitions are not so lofty? what if they strive for joy, and find it in silly little sentiments? ”

she hesitated, allowing a faint, embarrassed chuckle to escape her lips—a sound so brief it might have been mistaken for a sigh. aizen was a figure of such profound complexity, so far removed from her comprehension that she could scarcely imagine the breadth of his thoughts. but the retort, so glaringly self-evident, could not go unspoken lest she lose her credibility entirely.

“ I suppose they simply wouldn’t be aiming high enough, would they? ”

[noblereason]

Casually smiles at your direction. :) ( for any of your muses, I leave the choice to you! )

Squints back at his direction. That smile is not to be trusted. He will not fall for it.

[hxbiris]

@aftapati ❛ What is it in me that you hate so much? ❜ ( for Avira, or anyone of your liking )

MEME ?????

A CLICK OF TONGUE or rather she was confused by such words. Harui doesn’t really hate anyone but after finding out the truth, or who she is, of what she did to her mother.

“I think the disdain is obvious. You hurt people for your own gain, to further yourself.” She says, “You took a part of me when I was a child.” She was only a child when she was Hollowified, when she murdered her own mother, but she’s accepted that it isn’t her fault. Nor is it her responsibility. Maybe living was hard. Harder than anything. But giving up was harder to her.

“I won’t ever get that back. To me, people despise you for good reasons.” Oh how her mother could’ve had a longer life. They could’ve had time together but she has long since gained three families: the seventh and the fourth too as well as the other Vizards she’s met along the way

She wasn’t close to Aizen when she was younger. Not like Avi and Kaguya were or the other Vizards.

She wasn’t going to die a second time. Not after everything. He could talk to her about this but she’s accepted everything that had happened. The only thing she’s regretted is not having enough time with her mother.

And Miki. Poor Miki who died that night she was Hollowified. The only other regret to haven’t been able to do anything to say to her. The winds, the frantic running one minute and ending up in the wake of the other reapers, not remembering anything in between.

I am so sorry, Miki. I am so sorry. You would’ve loved the Vizards

“You used lives like their bottles in a jar. And you used them and discard them.” She says, “You have no idea how much it took for the others to get to where they are now. So they can look at you, and feel nothing.”

She had been young. She didn’t remember for the longest time, and yet, every day that she has since long remembered what happened, she still feels the sensation of cutting her own mother down. That is something she won’t ever look away from again.