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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.

[itoshi-s]

Being friends with Rin, hugging him as a form of greeting used to be quick yet warm. However, as time goes by, you noticed his hugs are becoming longer and tight as minutes go by (still warm though nonetheless), not to mention, during your hugs, he would rest his head between your neck and shoulder you could've sworn you heard him sniffing your perfume or whatever and he would sigh in relief afterwards.

"Hey (fem!reader)! Isagi is looking for you!"

Letting go from his embrace for a brief moment so you can go towards the voice, you replied: "Oh, okay! I'll be right over--!!" He unconsciously hugged your figure tighter and would elicit a displeased response when his time with you was disturbed.

My mind can't stop pondering about a jealous Rin throughout the day 😔

ooohhhhh he's def so jealous of the person he's finally allowed himself to be so comfortable with :(( ! he knows it's dumb and irrational, that you're friends with the whole team anyways and so he shouldn't be getting any special treatment. he knows he cannot bind you down. but he cannot help the way his cheeks warm up and a coil tightens in his chest, familiar frustration bubbling whenever you give him a small smile when you pull away to skip over to one of the guys :(

"what are you doing?" you let out a small laugh as he noses at the side of your neck, giving your waist a firm squeeze that makes your chest feel funny.

he shrugs a bit, as much as your arms wrapped around his neck allow him to, "y'smell good. is that some new perfume?"

he mumbles under his breath, the typical cool tone to his voice but there's something about him noticing the new scent that makes you feel so fuzzy :( you pull away slightly and his hold on you loosens as well. looking up, you give him a sheepish smile, "yeah, do you like it?"

you know rin for years now, having been around the team for a long time considering your field of work, but you've never seen the rin itoshi blush </3 (he does it a lot around you, no matter how hard he tries to fight it off. you're just in such a rush all the time, you miss out on seeing the flustered expression.) it suits him, looks so sweet on his aloof features and it makes your heart skip a bit.

"mm. it's sweet." he breathes, a hand moving to rub at the back of his neck, eyes scurrying away from your observant stare. "suits you well."

[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.

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

Cyrano: *is Cyrano*

I could fix him: orange girl, Sœur Marthe I could fix him (in the veterinary sense): Valvert I could make him worse: de Guiche There is no fixing him: Le Bret, Mère Marguerite, Lise He doesn't need fixing: Roxane, Ragueneau, Lignière, Carbon, duenna He could fix me: Christian

[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]

[caramelmochacrow]

happy birthday tsubaki! i hope people know who that person is at the far right that isnt nagisa, if u do ur a swag person! (and u pay too much attention to rondo lol, the tags spoils the person and the "drafts" are under the cut!)

yeah see this is why i didn't call it a draft.

[emily-prentits]

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.

[itoshi-s]

would it be ok for me to send ness thoughts in your inbox?

hi nonnie luv !! you can send them in,, but i can't promise that i'll elaborate much since i'm not that big on him sob </3 but it won't hurt !!!! lemme know what you're thinkin of hehe ! (>_<)