#mozoushakami

[pathtothemissing]

@mozoushakami​ has followed you

“WOW mister You’re SUPER tall.”

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✌//UvU //

i made a lot of attempts at pretty aesthetic things, but some how this is what my brain produced in the end

[gamyuza]

@mozoushakami​​ asked from The Song of Achilles  {Sentence Starters} :

“There is no law that gods must be fair.”

          Despite the brevity of his response, Lord Aizen’s sentiments were clear as they were concise; cuttingly so, as if he were admonishing a mere child rather than his Tres Espada. Had Nelliel lacked the logic to persuade him otherwise, in her vocal objection toward his decision? Had she somehow erred in her delivery?

          Though her gaze shifted elsewhere from the throne, her head did not bow quite yet; a discreet and necessary display of rare defiance as she pressed. His order... she simply could not willingly and obediently follow it, when her reason could not allow her to do so. Perhaps that was her folly, but she did not mind the sacrifice of behaving foolishly in order to remain loyal to the forest rather than a single tree.

          “.. Even so, my Lord,” Nelliel began her reiteration and counterargument, retaining her aloof manner of speaking regardless of the strength of her resolve that kept her voice firm as to not waver before the king, so as to persuade him. “Searching for Vasto Lorde among the colonies of hollows.. Such is a mission that my capabilities are more than sufficient to carry out, without the need to expend other resources.”

          Her head lifted, to meet the calculating eyes of the shinigami that ruled this domain. “... To send Nnoitra would be contradictory to your objective.” And a bloodbath, knowing the beastly Octava. “I must request of you to allow solely myself to carry out this wish of yours, Lord Aizen.” 

[forgottensoulreaper]

@mozoushakami​

“What do you want from me? I’m not the shinenju anymore, and nothing you can say is going to make me join your side. You’re just wasting both of our time.”

[deivorous]

Starter || For: @mozoushakami​

Grimmjow fled the healing tent as soon as he could regain his feet. Like fuck was he going to stick around with all the shinigami while he’s weak. So what that Nelliel was there? He doesn’t trust her either.

He came here to get his fight from Kurosaki, not play ally with a bunch of weakling pissheads.

He stumbles slides gracefully down the rock and jumps to the next piece of debris, climbing up and over the boulders of shattered palace, hunting after Kurosaki’s reiatsu. Or. he thinks it’s Kurosaki’s. It’s hard to tell. The whole palace is so swamped with different reiatsu’s and the very stone itself has its own thrum of underlying power. It’s nothing like Hueco Mundo with it’s vast emptiness, and the cacophony of scents and tastes is confusing him.

He pauses at the apex of another pile of debris, one hand bracing agaisnt part of a still standing wall while he catches his breath. His whole right side - the side most coated in poison - feels oddly numb and slow, but it doesn’t convince him to turn back.

Not that he could at this point, for when he looks down into the next valley between the ruins he meets the gaze of a man he’s never thought he’d see again.

“Aizen.” The name falls from his lips in a hushed whisper, and he blinks. Hard. As if such an act would dispel the mirage.

But the shinigami remains where he’s seated, blood covered and battered, and Grimmjow is drawn down into the gully like a moth to a flame.

[regalramtrecera]

contined from here.

“- why do you want to keep me company hm?"

Nelliel entered when he had granted her permission to enter his quarters. She turned inside the door and watched as it shut she begin to untie gamuza from her hip and disarm herself. Carefully she leaned her sheathed blade against the wall and smiled at it and spoke softly to it assuring the blade she would be alright. It seemed she like soul reapers was able to converse with her blade; which was news to Aizen considering much was still unknown about the bond between the Arrancar and their weapons. She carefully removed her white sandals and padded over in her obsidian tabi, moving to come over to where he was holding a book close to her chest. 

“Well, to be quiet honest I was having trouble sleeping and Im well aware you have your bouts of insomnia as well.” She saw a small kotasu and moved to take a seat on one of the pillows. As she began to kneel to sit she had a brife look of pain flash upon he features and slowly sat in a kneeling position and laid her book in her lap. The pain came from bruising at her ribs and side that she was experiencing after a run in with Nnoitra earlier in the day however she’d not openly say he attacked her yet again in a challenge for rank. She looked to him and smiled softly. 

“So, why are you awake this late hm?”

[hirako5hinji]

Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions [ Accepting | X ]

@mozoushakami​ asked: 

Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had?

Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror?

Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?

Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had?

          He points to his left shoulder blade with one long index finger, drawing a clean diagonal line across his lean torso, stopping only at the angular jut of his right hipbone. “ Physically, this was the longest. ” Thankfully, there is no scar, or the one who has inflicted the injury will be plagued by even more guilt than she already has- “ As for the worst...ironic that yer askin’, since yer the one who inflicted it, Aizen. ” Do spiritual wounds ever heal? A curse, it is, and it still bleeds.

Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror?

Answered here. 

Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance?

Answered here. 

[akxnabides]

@mozoushakami​

“I think you might be confused, sir. Neither my Captain nor Urahara Kisuke are here at the moment. Coincidentally, I’ve only had to smoke a pack and a half of cigarettes today. Imagine that.”

“But feel free to wait until they show up, I suppose. After all you did just bypass my security measures like they were nothing...”

[hiyorisarugaki]

"Do you have any ideas of what kind of gifts that Hirako-taichou would like for his birthday?" //tbtp verse ^^//

The little lieutenant, who was currently, definitely, certainly not here to deliver a present to the guy with a face that was flatter than a tortilla, was now caught! Right in the act of hurling a very embarrassing present to the captain's office. Along with a hoard of perfumed shinigami. Geez, Shinji and his girlfriends. It was nice to have a distraction. And even nicer to see someone calm and reasonable - even if he was a bit of a stickler for the rules.

"Yo, Sosuke. Ya still ain't got yer captain a present? Ya gonna get demoted at this rate," she teased him. But she was also secretly proud that he was asking for her opinion. She supposed it was because she was Shinji's best friend despite fracturing his elbow in three separate places.

"Well it depends on yer budget. Did Shinji give ya a raise? Ya seem 'ta wanna be in his good books..unlike that stingy monger, Kisuke!" Hiyori pulled a face at the mention of her captain. Despite her always complaining about him, she never failed to do stupid tasks he set out. "So, the baldy is vain about his swooshy long mane. If ya get him any haircare products, he'll love it. But he's also not into anything too flashy. Get him sommat subtle but effective. He's poncy like that. Don't think he'll mind anything practical either, like some zanpakuto servicing kit. Though that costs money that only the nobles have got. Uhh... he also likes modern things from the world of the living. So any new gadgets, he'll be amused with that for a bit.. but really, don't sweat it. Shinji just wants 'ta be spoiled on his day. He's nice enough 'ta be happy with anything he gets."

[despairforme]

     The Espada in general had a lot of respect for Aizen. Nnoitra’s feelings towards him were rooted in gratitude rather than respect. Overall, Nnoitra had a much harder time conjuring the feeling of gratefulness compared to respect, so this wasn’t really a negative thing. Nnoitra knew that the other Espada respected Aizen mostly because they were AFRAID of him. Afraid of his powers. Of his strength that seemed to be so far apart from their own. Nnoitra didn’t fear strength. He was not afraid of Aizen, because he wanted to die. Humiliation frightened him, yeah, but wasn’t it MORE humiliating to BOW to a Shinigami? Nnoitra was never going to believe in what Aizen was doing. In fact, the whole reason why he had wanted to follow him in the first place was because Aizen was giving him EVERYTHING he ever wanted. He had given him power beyond what Nnoitra could’ve ever imagined. In addition, Aizen had given him a PATH. A road that would end with death. Nnoitra truly believed that Aizen’s so-called plan would end with all of the Espada dying. Why wouldn’t it? The plan was insane. Not to mention that Aizen was a Shinigami. Shinigami didn’t give a shit about Hollow. If Aizen was going to build a NEW Soul Society... Why the FUCK did anyone think there would be a place for Hollow in a ‘ perfect world ‘? It was almost funny to think the other Arrancar believed in that shit. Nnoitra had never really had a clear path before in his life. He had just fought for the sake of fighting - for the sake of dying. Now that someone was ACTUALLY showing him a way that would lead to certain death? Yeah, of course he was going to follow that.

      Aizen seemed amused, as per usual, where he sat up on his throne. Nnoitra had to look up at him. He wasn’t so stupid that he thought the other would ACTUALLY value his advice, but - it wasn’t going to hurt to give him some. He doubted anyone had told him just how stupid his plan was. ❝ I could give ya some advice ‘bout yer whole plan. ❞ Nnoitra said, one hand in his pocket and the other loosely holding onto Santa Teresa. He was not afraid that the Shinigami would attack him for his words. ❝ ‘Cause, ya know - it’s gonna get us ALL killed. ❞ / @mozoushakami​ ,, continued .

[bonescribes-a]

@mozoushakami​ // ( SC. )

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT THIS MAN that puts fai on edge . maybe it’s the coldness of his gaze , or maybe it’s the OVERWHELMING POWER he can feel simmering in the air around them . the sensation isn’t TROUBLESOME , necessarily , but fai is nevertheless incredibly WARY of any strength so great he notices it without even having to SEEK IT OUT . 

despite his trepidation , however , the mage -- with all the air of an IGNORANT FOOL -- puts his chin in his gloved hand and grins widely at the stranger .

“ well , hello there ! ”

[dragontamxr]

emotionally stunted idiots Accepting!

@mozoushakami​​ said; “  why are you really here?  ”

    ~ ☽ ✫ ☾ ~ A perplexed look appears upon her face as she turned to face the male, “What do you mean...? Why else would I be here Aizen-sama?” She inquired as tilted her head. 

    She knew that he had great intelligence, but she was wise in most of her decisions on what she did around him. 

[deadlyshe]

@mozoushakami​ asked: Followed you for Unohana content and good blog aesthetic, stayed because you are a amazing writer and I enjoy reading the quality content you post ^^.

☆    ━━ Oh my, that is entirely too sweet my heart! Thank you so much, I really look forward to getting some threads going with you!! You are a delight to have on my dash! 

[ofhalcycn]

How long have you been RPing?

Who was your first muse?//

1. How long have you been RPing?

Ooooh lemme think. Uhhh... I was doing Facebook RP all the way back in 2011 and that’s the earliest example that I can find. So like... 10 years at least?? sdfghjk--

2. Who was your first muse?

As far as I can recall, it was probably a Hetalia OC that I made lmfao. I was a super weeb back then, I cringe thinking back on it. On tumblr though, my first muse was Velvet Scarlatina from RWBY - who I still RP today, though I haven’t checked that blog much since making this one--

[deivorous]

@mozoushakami​ asked: Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person? How has rp changed you personally? If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

The Be Honest Meme || Closed

14. Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?

Aaaa, it probably has a more of a negative affect on me than anything else just in the sense that it can sap so much time.

BUT! I do hope that its improved my writing, characterization, and i’ve had a really good opportunity to explore some hc’s in a way I haven’t before

AND! I have met some super cool people through RP! So there are a lot of positives for me from a social perspective.

15. How has rp changed you personally?

I don’t think it has really. Maybe made me reach for my phone sooner in the am?

16. If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

I’d abolish the use of icons. I genuinely think they detract from the rp more than they contribute. I don’t really understand the need to have them, and I’m vaguely annoyed that I need to fit my RP to the facial expressions I already have.

(Though if you are a new writer to the character, and you find yourself frequently reaching for expressions that your muse has never used, perhapse you need to revaluate your characterization - so they do serve some purpose in specific curcumstances. Like training wheels)

RP should be about the story. Icons feel more like a distraction. I don’t care for them and I think they are an unnecessary barrier to entry for the rpc.

[regalramtrecera]

Continued from here v

“Do you doubt that I cannot?”

Nelliel’s daring maneuver proved successful when he did not raise his spiritual pressure at the movement of her hand to his. Feeling his fingers then soon his hand entirely as he allowed the physical touch; his hold firm not painful but firm. The woman before him inhaled softly enjoying the simple contact they shared his musing about her boldness made her nod yes once softly; ever perceptive she knew that calm demeanor was another gate. The defenses he had were still up and she would wait until he allowed her to get past them, Nel knew this could take a while but for some reason that did not matter to her.

However, the moment she overstepped her bounds he was quick to let her know in his own special favorite way. Her turquoise brows knit together in a minor discomfort as she felt the warning he gave her with the sudden spiritual pressure spike for touching him so soon. While the spike was only a warning she now was learning the beginning boundaries he was setting for her towards him. Hazel eyes looked in to his and she gave a nod that to touch him so intimately was still something he was hesitant too. Nel made an unspoken vow that she would work to achieve the ability to be able to touch him so innocently and tenderly. The Trecera knew right now she was getting away with murder, to speak his name to touch his hands these were granted to none except maybe Gin, and Tousen.

When he spoke to her after the warning she looked to him intently giving him her undivided attention. She smirked at his response it was so much like him to answer a question with a question, his way of constantly being the cat in the game of cat and mouse. Nelliel was quick to respond to him “No, I do not doubt your abilities to comprehend me. However, I am neither here nor there I am many things and nothing at all. Like you I have many sides and angles not one the same as the last” She was much more than he had originally thought such strength, elegance, intelligence yet she was a true wild card. She held his hand and her thumb stroked along the top of his knuckles she exhaled and looked to his hand then back to his eyes. She figured she would apologize for overstepping her bounds.

“I meant you no disrespect nor discomfort when I spoke your first name and touched your hair, that strand called to me and your name rolls so sweetly off ones tongue.”  Every question every wall he had up and she still was here taking what he could and would giver her at this point in time.