#hiravth

[baiika]

@hiravth from here

"I'm sorry to hear that," Karin says, and she means it because she knows the feeling. Knows what it's like to be killed by someone's absence. Toushirou killed pieces of her every time his vacations ended. She didn't die for him, but with him every time he disappeared into a portal and stole her dreams with him.

She pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers Chiari one before lighting one herself. "I know it's hard, but... it always helps me to remember the good shit that happened, y'know? It's how they survive in us."

[troublcmakcrs]

          @hiravth  〢  cont from here .

      Craig heard about the fight through the grapevine and was not there to witness it first-hand.  He was crammed into the back corner of the library, studying—or what passes as studying for him, rereading over the same information until his eyes burn, trying to glean anything new from it.  It has become more of an exercise in avoiding other people than in improved academics, though his grades have seen a slight uptick as well.

      He noticed the bell was fixing to ring and got started to his next class when Bebe approached him with her lips downturned in that perfect little pout of hers.  He hates Bebe’s guts and was about to tell her to get the fuck away from him, but she cut him off with Red’s name.

      That doesn’t get her off the hook for anything, though—Craig knows she’s inside right now churning the rumor mill with Wendy.  Small town, people talk, it’s what they do.  He’s been dodging questions about Tweek for a couple years now, and while he knows Tweek’s parents pulling him out of school is a bad thing, he can’t help but be mostly glad for it.  Things would be a lot worse if the guy was here, and people saw them in the same room every day.

      The acrid smell of vomit hit him, even over the trash, the moment he stepped out the school’s back door.  Red’s probably dribbling whatever is still stuck in her teeth on his shirt right now, but he doesn’t say anything or try to move her.  The last thing she needs is to feel disgusting, even if it’s only an implication.

      When she gives him a destination, he nods, something she probably feels more than she sees, his chin dipping down to brush against her oily, sweat-soaked hair.  They still have two hours of school left, but he has been such a good student lately that he figures he can take the rest of the afternoon off.  “Sure, let’s go.”  He pushes her back with his free hand, breaking their embrace but keeps a firm hold on her shoulder like he expects her to topple over without assistance.  “You’re gonna have to walk yourself, though.  I’m not carrying you all the way to Stark’s Pond.  I’d like to keep the use of my spine for some years yet.”

[icybreaths]

|| @hiravth || Plotted starter, for Grimmjow ||

If Jewel had learned anything from being in Hueco Mundo, it was that there was never a right time to rest. It was only ever a hold over until something else inevitably found her.

Between strikes and clipped breaths, the lieutenant gained traction against the beast. The large tooth lodged into her thigh was an annoyingly present reminder that she couldn’t stop. Had she been a hair line’s length slower, she would have lost the limb.

Landing atop a rocky structure, she swiveled her zanpakuto and parried the open maw of the hollow. “Yer gonna have ta try harder than that--!”

The foundation beneath her cracked under the pressure. Fella was really trying to bite through her weapon!

Before she could launch her next attack, the ground gave way and sent the two of them tumbling down several feet. Being unable to stabilize herself, Jewel flopped like a ragdoll in the darkness until she came to an abrupt stop with the hollow landing nearby.

Among the falling debris, sand, and rock, she woozily pawed the ground for her zanpakuto. Lacerations and gashes burned her cold body. She couldn’t see straight but she had to slay this fucker. There was no other option now.

Able to pop an eye open, she could see the dusty moonlight filtering down from above. The breathing black mass before her was the target, though a whisper in her senses told her they weren’t the only ones there.

One thing at a time, she told herself.

[thorneprincess]

❝ Is that very vain of me? I think it is rather vain. ❞ From Gin

Akiko found herself blinking rapidly at captain Ichimaru like a dumbass. There were about a million way so insult her captain, but vain? As in self absorbed? Narcissistic? Fucking conceited? THAT kind of vain?

No. Not even a little bit. If anything, her captain's death wish, the worryingly amount of self-deprecating jokes he makes and the little regard he has to how his presence (or lack there of) affect people in his life all prove that maybe having a bit more vanity won't kill the fucking man.

But like hell Akiko was going to tell him all of that. He'd be insufferable.

Especially since they were just talking about buying some cute looking clothes from a magazine lieutenant Matsumoto left here.

"Captain, with all due respect, no one in this division has the capability of vanity thanks to the large amount of self loathing we harbored over the years, least of all you. If anything, a bit of self pampering won't kill you. So just go ahead and buy that skirt. I'm sure many of our colleagues with agree with me."

[burdenedreverance]

❝ that was a great strike. if i was a hair slower, you’d have gutted me. ❞ - from gin

He missed the strike.

For a moment the world is silent as his blade moves downward slowly, he seen it perfectly. He imagines the constriction of every muscle within his body working in tandem with his mind. Before he even moves he imagines the actions he takes. It isn't mathematical calculations, but its an algebra. Fighting.

The tip of his blade touches the ground, and the world shudders.

The earth cracks itself asunder ripping apart as shockwaves travel outward. The ground was not prepared for his titantic strength, the effort of sleepless nights and disciplined days. Rarely does he have warrant to release the full might of his physical prowess, there is often not a need for it. To display strength for flattery is egotism and he shall not fall to such weakness.

Eyes turn to the left as he hears the words of the male speaking, emerald irises meet his own peaking from behind silvered hair. It is barely perceptible, but he sees the sweat on his forehead. The every present smile which is both unnerving and humane. He never understood Gin, he never tried to. Hayden doesn't care to understand the motives of most people.

He only cares about their actions, and the effects. You learn about someone by what they do, and the consequences of such things.

Why had he missed? Because he didn't train enough. Because the moved too quickly. Yes. Hayden moved too quickly. In his haste to make contact he gave away all he was. No tact to it.

'Remember, Hayden, you define your own battle.'

He does not fight to anyones tune, but his own. He has seen the wars be won by Generals who waged war on their own turns, who did not worry about what their opponents did. To define battle, is to define war itself. To define war, is to win.

His wrist turns sideways, and his Zanpakatou responds. The flat of it's blade drags across the ground as he turns spraying dust, dirt, and debris into the air. Towards Gin face and eyes, he speaks.

"A perfect strike, would have landed."

He does not strive for greatness. He looks for perfection.

@hiravth

[keigocsano]

@hiravth asked:

ʘ‿ʘ from mizuiro

oh shit oh shit oh shit---why was his heart beating so quickly? mizuiro thought HE was attractive?

"you---you're not just messing with me here, are you?"

[yumichikah]

"icon pls" they're so cute!! could you do one of my boy Gin?

Send me "icon pls" and I'll make a silly little icon base for your muse!

-- Felt like making something more simple sooo you get this! And as always, Noburu is there to show how the base works with icons!

[knifvd]

⭐️❓&& 💍

⭐️ — sun, moon, & rising signs, if known :

                       as a league player , sun in inting , moon in spam pinging and rising in being annoyed with adc players . sun : virgo . moon : taurus . rising : aquarius .

❓ — three adjectives that describe you :

                       abrasive , loyal , empathetic / understanding ?

💍 — any piercings?

                       a septum , nostril , lobes and below the neck piercings that aren't safe for work !

                                       𝙈𝙐𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙔  𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎.  𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.

[baiika]

Karin is particularly proud of her distraction from geese. They're evil incarnate.

"Oh yeah, the fluffiest. Like, fluffier than the Pomeranians we see on, like, LINE or some shit, and big enough to take on walks."

❝ THEY ARE TOO FRIEND SHAPED! ❞ Chiari exclaims with a dramatic gasp. Cluctching at the front her her Shihakusho, before her hands flew widly into gesturing at a vague shape in the air in front of her. ❝ They're like DUCKS but BIGGER!  ❞

She deflates, tilting her head as a contemplative look comes over her face. ❝ Like- jumping spiders? Big fluffy jumping spiders? ❞

[ssevencaptain]

@hiravth

"Vice captain."

voice deep, height humongous. Arms, full of papers as he leans against the door, one foot almost inside the office.

"I am ...in need of assistance."

[baiika]

Aizen’s hand reaches out , brushes across the length of her jaw . The light was quickly fading now . The shadows stretching long and dark , mingling with the red cast of a setting sun . The office is lit with several lanterns by now . Each one casting a soft glow , steadily pulsing with the flickering of the flame . He is smiling down at Momo , eyes half-lidded to hide his cold gaze . He feels as if his head were in a fishbowl . “where did you run off to last night ? I was up late worrying for you .” He speaks quietly . A gentle , hushed tone . A simple question, and a lie . A lie he expects her to drink from straight from his tongue .

Something is intoxicating about her captain. She could fall into his smile, into the orange glow cast over his darling flesh, were it not for those eyes.

She loves him, but those eyes pull her skin from her meat with the bugs crawling under it.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you wait," she murmurs airily. "Ise and I were talking and lost track of time. You were sleeping when I came back. I didn't want to wake you...."

There's bile in her throat. She wants to fall into his arms, but he's upset. She feels it like a divining rod feels water. Like she sees candlelight go out.

[troublcmakcrs]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

//it has occurred to me that i did not make an ooc answered banner for this blog. oh, well!

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[thorneprincess]

Akiko had a oddly shaped frown on her lips that oddly enough, mimicked an owl. She allowed him exactly five head pats before she pushed his hand away.

"It's very rude of you to assume something like that of me. I simply did the responsible thing and pushed the rest of my mini missions onto one of my many admirers. I have become very popular recently you know."

Akiko could only hold her frown for half a second more before it turned into a smile. Her. Being popular. It's a sweet dream

"I'm just kidding. One of the men noticed I was tired today and volunteered to finish the work for me. Is it okay if I rest here a little bit. I'll be quieter than a sulking Kuchiki."

@thorneprincess ♥

GIN PERKS UP , LEAVING ONLY THE QUIET ECHOING OF A DESK DRAWER SHUTTING . A cheery grin taking over his expression as he turns to her . " Ain't you back early ? " One hand reaches out to pat her hair . " You didn't skip out on any chores did ya ? "

[icybreaths]

“It scared them. It really scared them.” From Chiari

|| Starters || @hiravth ||

Clumps of fleshy gore drooled off the tips of the lieutenant’s sharp fingertips as she looked on at the fading silhouettes of their fleeing comrades.

While it was thoughtful of their subordinates to check in, neither Shinigami had asked. Jewel, in all her grace, had ripped a chunk out of the body and chucked it at them while shouting her displeasure.

The massive hollow Chiari had ultimately slain began to fade beneath them.

“Che—” Jewel swiped her bloody thumb across her tongue. “—ha, they act like they ain’t seen carnage a’fore! I think you did a fantastic job.”

Looking over at the other, she added, “Oi, you’n show me yer worst an’ I���ll be right here, Ito. M'not goin’ anywhere.”

[thorneprincess]

Chiari catches the sleeve of Akiko's shihakusho between her fingers. Glancing at her for just a moment to ensure she has her attention, before returning to look back towards the direction of the orchard. ❝ Come help me pick some of the persimmons. ❞

Akiko beamed at Chiari. It's been forever since she's been to the gardens. It'd be nice to take a break with a friend.

"Of course I'll help. I needed to go outside to stretch my legs anyway. Maybe we can even pick out some of the dead branches while we're there. I think the trees will be thankful."

[baiika]

She knows he lies because she knows she's changes since becoming his right hand. Her dreams have gone rancid the nights she's able to achieve more than two hours of sleep.

Nonetheless, she's in his orbit. Sinks into him and scours for a heartbeat with her ear, like she's equipped divining rods in search of water.

"I am drowning." Her arms circle his waist and clasp behind him. "I walk the land, but my lungs overflow." Sometimes, Momo is afraid she'll spill when she bends. Sometimes, the overflow leaks from her eyes. She'll go about her day and cry out of the blue as if someone died.

Is it her funeral? Is she dying? It's hard to tell. Frog in a pot, and all.

momo & sousuke; “You’ve given me too much power and I am already corrupted.”

❝ @baiika ❞ ║ DIALOGUE. ― accepting

AIZEN LOOKS DOWN ON HER , IN ALL HER SHADES OF GREY . A smile at the edge of his lips , something woefully gentle . His hand lifts and runs through her hair . It is a motion which is not his own , puppeteered by a ghost . He resents the feeling of her hair as is passes through the crevices between his fingers . " Momo you shouldn’t say such things . " He soothes her in a voice distant to his own ears . Those adoring eyes turned up to him , darkened by the long shadows he cast over her . It tired him . The affection she held . Vexed him to no end , because he could not understand it . All the ways she claimed to love him , it only made her a useful tool . " You’re much too sweet for corruption . "

His hand falls away from her head , arms opening as he offers the safety of her cage there . "Come here," a gentle beckoning. "Is there something bothering you? What’s weighing on your mind."

( It’s just general maintenance. )