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[deathssubstitute]

@aftapati || starter call

There's a cautiousness in the way Ichigo approaches one of the biggest threats to the Soul Society and perhaps the world of the living itself. A man who attempted so many terrible things and yet here they both were. "Never thought we'd be in the same room again." Ichigo states with a small cross of his arms. "I guess we better make the most of it huh? Catch up and all that. I bet we've plenty to talk about since you've been in here."

[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. ❜

[wild-pineapple-butt]

@aftapati continued from here

It unnerved him to see Aizen standing there, his body language and unfazed facade as he saw Renji. Moreso than the words that he spoke, his demeanor was more than enough to tell him how the ex-captain felt about this so called reunion of sorts.

The words spoken were almost too complicated for Renji to understand - but he could understand the bare gist of it - Aizen was calling him undeserving of his full prowess.

"Feh," Renji rolled his eyes at the other's last comment about him. "Sorry but 'm not sophisticated or elegant or intelligent like ya are." He almost comments about him leaving the fifth for the eleventh, but that was old stories that had no relevance here.

"Don't ya underestimate what we can do..."

[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."

[lunarscaled]

-> Lyric stands perfectly still, their boots sinking into the sand, at the sight of the interloper. He bares no mask fragment or stigmata which should otherwise indicate to Lyric that he was one of the Arrancar, but they are not certain he is a Shinigami either. They don't recognize him, and he wears no Captain's haori or black uniform. Lyric is as still as the idiot deer before headlights, jaw clenched——a terrifying chill runs up their spine when he turns his head to look at them.

-> They don't respond. Just keep their eyes on him and keep their distance. Slowly, reluctantly, lift one foot and take a step forward parallel to him like a wary animal, because that's all they are, isn't it? At their core, just a beast on the whim of their instincts and fear, no longer human. ( but they wanted to be. so dearly. desperate to be human and rip the corrupted part out of them and return home. )

"... ..."

@aftapati from ask.

[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.

[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?"

[seanmorroww]

Idyli Tsaliki Ηδύλη Τσαλίκη Αυταπάτη - "Evrigonio Ευρυγώνιο"

Aftapati Αυταπάτη [Veego, 2024]

[deathleads]

doth thou tempt the witch, @aftapati ?

" I must ask that if it is my life you are after, mightn't you let me finish my work first? " a countenance only seen in photographs, a figure only seen in passing, this was none other than the very despicable villain 'Lord Aizen'. So far as she knew, her 'Father' had informed the Quincies that Aizen would be of no consequence -- long since taken care of by one Kurosaki Ichigo. " But my what a pleasant surprise. I thought I would never be able to see you, good sir. "

[unraveledfang]

@aftapati / cont.

"Yep! Hale n' whole... n' so are you. Too bad. Nothing can ever go too well, can it?"

Something bitter disgorges his mouth and floods his teeth. It tastes like disappointment-- oh, but how he wishes that the ryoka boy could have finished what he'd started. In a world less cruel than this, Ichigo would have prised that cintamani from where it'd been embedded within Aizen's body, and Gin would finally be able to be put to rest after his hundred-year labor. Shame, then, that the Hogyoku still thrums within Aizen's chest like an unnatural heartbeat, that Gin still lives and breathes, standing some distance away from him.

Gin's arms disappear into the sleeves of his prison robes, as if reaching for the hilt of a concealed knife. He could aim some clever jab or bitter mocker at him, but instead he swallows his anger and smiles, pleasant as a picnic. No need for cruel barbs or a brambled tongue; the fates they suffer now is comedy enough. And what a comedic pair they make: an assassin that failed after a hundred years of planning, and a self-proclaimed god, shackled by those he saw as lesser and forced to watch his rival reach the heavens before he ever could.

"Good t'see that they figured out a way to keep ya contained, at least. After seein' how the captains threw themselves at you before, I was feelin' kinda nervous for them."

[kuurosakiis]

❛ Fancy some tea? ❜ :)

Honestly, he's really confused as to why Aizen of all people would be so casual to him, and ask to have tea with him. But....why not? "Ah...sure? I don't mind. Not sure if I have anything you'd like, though."

He really only buys tea that he, Zangetsu, and Tensa like, and the cheap general stuff for his guests that don't care about nice tea.

[prideblades]

We haven't done much other than that amazing thread between Aizen & Byakuya ( in which it is one of my favourite things to write ) but from what I've seen, you do a fantastic job in portraying your muses. ( speaking for what I have seen from Byakuya and Toshiro ) I can definitely see that you have captured the essence of each character, like I could hear their voices within the dialogues. And your writing is absolutely beautiful, so I'd say keep it up because you are doing incredibly well, and I look forward to interact more :)

This is such a big compliment. thought-out thank you so much. that thread is amazing, and I am so glad we are getting the chance to write. we were robbed of aizen and byakuya dialogue because it's amazing. especially since byakuya as a character represents the law or the state of the soul society in how he interacts with ichigo and the audience's perspective. especially since he represented the law of the soul society during rukia's execution. but i digress. your aizen is so amazing and well thought-out from every detail down to every minute movement and the body language you write in your replies. it is all so very aizen and I can send all these same compliments back at you!

[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 ! ❜

[lunarscaled]

@aftapati

[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.