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[keikakudori]

No one else but Shinji Hirako can appreciate the occupational hazards that come with having The Perfect Lieutenant────competition for his attention not the least among them. Sosuke Aizen is handsome, but not intimidatingly so. No one catches him making mistakes. He is talented and puts those talents to helping others. It’s no small wonder he has as many admirers as he does, ready to throw their offerings at his feet when his birthday rolls around. Some the best that their money can buy, others made from the heart seeing varying degrees of competency. All in the hopes of seeing the spell of his smile cast their way. …Kind of annoying that Shinji has to wait in line!

Well, he could just leave the box on Aizen’s desk without a word like usual, but when it comes to this particular gift…it…bears some explaining.

❝ Happy birthday, Sosuke. ❞

The humble box fits neatly in Aizen’s large hands and has a bit of weight to it. Inside is a…clearly handmade tea cup, and not from those of an artisan, oh no. It’ll hold tea for sure, but it is slightly misshapen, crudely fortified in spots where the clay got too thin, the lip of the rim drooping. Painted sakura blossoms adorn the uneven surfaces of the cup────nothing more than pink splotches at first, but growing more confident and shapely as their journey around the circumference of the cup continues.

Only now does Shinji start to get a little bit self-conscious about his brilliant gift idea. Just a little.

❝ …’s a tea cup, ❞ as though it really needs clarifying. ❝ Hmph. Go easy on it, alright? Gin an’ I made it, we ain’t experts. I’ll…give ya somethin’ better later, how’s that? ❞

Compared to that day in the month of February which would often see one of the few days that Aizen would actively vacate the premises of the Fifth so as not to be over inundated by the enthusiasm of his admirerers, this one saw him remaining in sight and accepting gifts with polite smiles and dips of his head to those that came by to give him their well-wishes. Some brought flowers, others confessions, and still others sought to provide what they could. Some even went so far as to spend their meagre savings upon some book or item that he might appreciate, so he often found himself bestowed teas, calligraphy brushes, and ink sticks. Those ink sticks were always welcome things to his way of thinking, both for personal and professional reasons, of course.

Yet, admirers were not those that truly caught his eye; after all, the entire day seemed to have seen Shinji twitching as if trying to resist the urge to say something. Did his captain ever remain aware of it, the fact that a scant two weeks separated what their birthdays were? Aizen didn't remember the one his mother had given to him, young as he was, not always keeping track of the days as he'd clawed his way through survival in the Rukongai. And, eventually, it had been unimportant. But when he'd arrived at the Academy, they had spoken of how he needed a birthday, so he'd simply chosen that day in particular when he'd put in his application to be admitted. Nothing more than a feral foul-mouthed child, but quiet, ever so quiet.

How far he'd come from that boy that had stared with mute longing after the captain that helmed the division he was determined to join. A scant comfort there were almost none about who remembered or recalled how he'd been in those days. But the admirers didn't know that and thus neither did his captain. But how close their birthdays were, nestled so near as to nearly be able to touch. He'd gotten him a fair gift and then had expected nothing in return. It was petty, almost; he'd ever get the older man something he knew he'd enjoy, get him something practical that would be absurd to refuse beyond spite.

And always would those brown eyes seem ready to scold when the time came if Shinji seemed ready to refuse in turn.

But when the sound of his captain's voice came to him on his way back to his desk after getting up to refill his tea, he stopped and then peered down towards the shorter blonde with an inquisitive gleam in those rich brown eyes. That box pushed at him was quick to be grasped in one large hand as he turned enough to set the cup he'd been holding down before his attention returned to the box that had been so quickly pressed on him. With both care and curiosity, he worked the top off and found himself staring into it at ... a teacup.

It was absolutely handmade, little flaws and imperfections in obvious evidence that he noted as he carefully lifted it out, gazing at the patterned blossoms painted onto those sides ( -- Gin's work? It looked almost like it, going by the strokes of the brush. ) and around the whole of the cup. Even as Shinji said it was a tea cup, confirming his suspicions, Aizen found a lump of emotion filling his throat that he was slow to swallow down. Such a simple thing, a tea cup, but one made with some care. And it came from this man, the one that he had --... that he did love; it still lingered there in him, that emotion, and he found himself blinking a few times to try and clear away vision gone abruptly blurry.

❝ No--- ❞ he managed in a voice that throbbed with emotions that eddied through him and he cradled that little teacup close to himself with both hands. ❝ It's--... it's a wonderful gift, Hirako-taichou. ❞ Those eyes lifted upwards and for the first time in a long while, they were warmed to the shade of fresh caramel, gazing upon the older man with an undeniable fondness. ❝ Thank you. I --... like it very much. ❞

How that warmth filtered through him, displacing some of that growth of emotion that seemed more like vines that choked throat and chest; it burned away great swathes of it, made that tightness in his chest ease up all the more as his fingertips began to run over the rim of that little cup, feeling the way it drooped but not caring. It was a cup that had character, after all. ❝ It's---... it's a good gift. ❞

And for a few hours, he could behold this man once more with love. WIth love, instead of that growing anger, the coldness that spoke poignantly of what he could do to him ---... and how he would never see that blade coming. For a few hours ... yes, Aizen could indeed remember that softer, warmer emotion. The cup had stirred up so much in him, just by its own existence.

[saturnniidae]

Often think about how it's kinda funny the way AFO tried to twist Tomuras skin condition into the itch being his inate need to destroy or whatever when he's had it since before Decay like. Dude it's just stress. Or autism. Probably both.

[80ramiens]

i keep forgetting to post this which is wild bc this is my fav piece ever.

[not-rab]

You framed the latest part so well for no spoilers. Also, rat hunt time 🔪🔪

EOQOEK THANKU:>

[darkhopping]

speakinf of mcsm the writing and worldbuilding was at least ass in a way i found rlly fucking funny but also the music goes hard . i have 0 faith in that being tje case 4 the minecraft movie

[joelletwo]

:DDDD

[palms-upturned]

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[ohimsummer]

creampie? 😭✋

PLSJGHDKSJ I do perhaps love a good creampie + breeding kink combo 🥧 💦

[howthesleeplesswander]

"Heeeeey, Captain Kae-kae!"

He snatches the flapping end of Kaeya's cape, tugs on it to really make sure he's got his attention...! —and then promptly sidesteps, dipping his torso forward as he rounds him.

"Didja miss me? Huh? Didja? Didja, didja?"

Kokichi bounces on his toes, childlike excitement absolutely glowing. "You must've been soooooo bored! And even more miserable than usual!" //Kaeya's been at peace for too long u.u ... or at least the equivalent of "peace" for him.

Kaeya was in the midst of patrolling the city when the little troublemaker all but accosted him. To be fair, he'd known it was inevitable—and yet no one else could take him by surprise quite like Kokichi.

"Wha—hey, careful now!" The sudden resistance pulling at his cape made him stumble backward, but luckily he caught himself before the uneven cobblestone of Mondstadt's streets tripped him up. Once he was steady, Kaeya leveled Kokichi with a hand on his hip and an amused quirk of his visible brow.

"Oh, but of course. How could I not be absolutely miserable without you?" he returned easily, laying on the acting far thicker than usual with a hand to his chest and a half-pout. Despite the dramatics, the accompanying words weren't even a lie. Some days, Kokichi and his "gang" were all that added a bit of interest to otherwise monotonous days in the City of Boredom Freedom.

But a smirk ruined his act soon enough. "Well, judging by your obvious excitement to see me, I'd wager the same is true for you. It's expected, really; causing trouble is so much more fun when there's a risk of getting caught, hm?"

[letsriddlemethislucifer]

[lesbiansayaishii]

handshakes you. half the popular posts on this website are by swifties and the other half are by homestucks no one ever reads urls or looks at icons </3

HAHAHAHA YOURE RIGHT🤝🤝

[cordyce]

Thinking about how at the end of awow Spider finally joins the Sully’s, but feels like a fraud/imposter bc he let his /father/ live, so now he’s dreading the day they figure out what he’s done………

let me start this off by saying i’m not a spider hater per se bc genuinely i can understand why he did what he did and he’s a kid so we really can’t fault him for saving his “father”’s life TOO much. but i also think he deserves anything that’s coming to him. he saw how much pain and strife and death RDA and his father caused so i think his feelings of being a fraud and imposter are valid and he should have them. whether he grows out of that (or maybe gets his own avatar, which could possibly change things and i could see happening maybe in the future) is up in the air. i hope they find out and i hope he gets retaliation from that. i’m not saying it should be lethal or he should be exiled or anything to that extent. but i think he has every right to dread that day and that he SHOULD 100%. because his days are—quite literally—numbered due to his own foolish actions. even if i can understand why he did them.

[fuzzyunicorn]

You say you're never coming out

Once you get inside your Daddy's house, well

You got nothing to cry about

So how about you just shut your pretty mouth? Come on

Well, your Daddy lives up on the hill.

Where he locks up all his pretty things, ha

He don't know I got the key, baby

I think I'll go and have myself a peek, now listen

What your Daddy done for you

He's gonna do for me, too

You got no need for tears

You got no need to pout

You got nothing to cry about

The lights are off, so take the key

And take a little walk with me

If you want to have some fun

Baby show me Daddy's gun, well

What your Daddy done for you

He gonna do for me too

And if you want some

You better get it now

You got nothing to cry about, oh

Oh, what your Daddy done for you

He gonna do for me too

So shut your pretty mouth

And put your foot down

You got nothing to cry about, yeah

What your Daddy done for you

He's gonna do for me too

I'll set you free now

Let's burn the fucker down

You got nothing to cry about, Hell

[prevailinghatred]

Orion is simply-- staring up at Megatron. He's kind of in awe. To him, the guy resembled D-16-- somewhat distantly. All that falls from his metallic lips is one singular statement. "You're-- big."

Megatron quirked an optic ridge at him, leveling the smaller bot with a cool, appraising look.

"No kidding," was his simple response, small smile curling his lips as the real truth of that sentiment was readily apparent. Megatron was probably a full torso and helm taller than him; but then, Megatron was a fairly tall bot in general, and most could hardly meet his gaze on his level.

Quickly though, that little smile falls away as he fully realizes who he's talking to, and he can't quite believe it. Is that —

" — Orion? You don't... recognize me?" Could this be a result of the recent multi-versal shenanigans Megatron had been enduring lately, with travelers from far-distant dimensions somehow crossing paths with him? How did this keep happening? And further, how different was this Orion from the one he'd known in his own past... and how would his presence in this dimension affect the Optimus that was already here?

He decides not to think about it too much, in favor of giving the younger mech an opportunity to speak. He doesn't strike him down, favoring instead a neutrality towards the soon-to-be Prime that he hadn't entertained in eons.

Primus what's gotten into him? It would be so easy to dispose of him now, so the him of another dimension would have one lesser problem. So then... why doesn't he?

[stopfunkinwmyheart]

a lot of tha awful custies just want to hear what they want to hear. they'll get all pissy w me but if I was like "yep just do it, ik that won't work but it will actually" they'd come back like that young man told me I have 2 do it like this.

[xstarlightxstarbrightx]

UPDATE

HEYYYYYYY, I'M ALIVE LMAO

ik i disappeared a while ago (i have ADHD so sometimes i just,,, dont post b/c i forget???? dw abt it)

i will also say that something that CONTRIBUTED to said disappearance was Hurricane Helene (LOVE LIVING IN WNC BESTIES IT'S SO GREAT HAHAHAHAHA--)

i WILL be returning to posting abt the poly (which! i have a name for now! Caelestium my beloved, dont @ me) and also abt h/c's w/ the Archon Quests. i was kinda losing steam on those b/c i hate combing through old quests n shit and it's just annoying (plus i DESPERATELY wanna get past Sumeru to Fontaine, but i have to Finish Inazuma SOBBING)

HOWEVER, to try and curb my enthusiasm to help push me to FINISH the Inazuma Archon Quest + Sumeru Archon Quest, i have been writing on AO3 recently! (it was a coping mechanism for a hot minute so rip me LMAO) so far there isn't a lot there; i have a fic on the Kaelumi aftermath of Inazuma (with a Teppei mention, let's GO), and honestly i might just utilize fic writing as a way to express my personal ideas on how the Archon Quests went, w/ vague character h/c's on here? i'm still deciding tho b/c i really really wanna just yap abt these losers and going through the Quests is SUCH a drag. [link] other fics on my AO3 include: Zhongkae fic from after he joins the party/poly! (18+) [link] AND Neuvili fic from after Neuvi joins the party, and him and Zhongli figuring out their shit. (ALSO 18+ dw abt it please) That's actually going on RIGHT NOW, here's the [link], i will be updating every day until the 5.2 phase 2 banners drop!! (b/c i feel that it is VERY FUCKING APT--??? KAEYA IN SHOP AND THE DRAGONS ON THE SAME BANNER???)

i have more fics planned up; most of the larger ones are kinda sad / hurt/comfort (i love tormenting these sillies), but i'm also working on a MasFic of MiniFics where i write glimpses into the poly as they go through out their lives and deal w/ Teyvat's story. i'm still figuring out how to get all my thoughts down (i'm VERY scatterbrained, do forgive me lmfao) so i hope y'all don't mind! i will try and figure out a good way to rework a lot of this (maybe write mini fics of Key Moments to add to the "How I Think X Archon Quest Went" series? also maybe already re-do that series b/c i've decided i no longer like them >:/)

anyway! thanks for peeking at this, dw abt me if i disappear on here, i'm SURPRISINGLY consistent on AO3 at least rn who knows if that'll stay that way forever LMFAO also look i learned how to do the 'keep reading' thing, which means i can go back an edit my old posts so they're not text walls