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Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
baiika:
It clicked: Sui Feng was being antagonistic to be antagonistic. Momo had done her due diligence, the rest was on Sui Feng’s shoulders.
Tobacco smoke billowed from her pipe. She turned her gaze off the porch, watching their officers march and swing. She could feel tension in the air. Competition, disdain. Gobantai was looked down on by niibantai.
Ordinarily, Momo wouldn’t care. She wasn’t competitive, but seeing how her officers were treated, she changed her mind. She wasn’t about to allow her division to be the butt end of those jerks. “Captain, what did you expect? Gobantai offered you a gift of our own making, and instead of graciously accepting like anyone with basic decency, you instead accuse us of corruption.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, I believe I accused your Captain, not your whole squad. Look at them, after all.” Her arm fanned out over the precipice of the viewing platform towards the yard.
Goading the growth of independence between the squads was good. Useful, even. Hostility was a wonderful tool to drive improvement. But as in all poisons, if too concentrated, it loses its practical use. The Squad had come into her territory, a rare move. And performed well. A rarer move. Perhaps....
“You can’t blame me for vetting your kindness and claims. If you disagree, you are wrong. Factually.” Her eyes shut, as though bracing for an incoming hit no one else could dodge but her. “But. I’ll cede this time, your sentiment is noted. And for what its worth....it stands a downright acceptable olive brance, if I recall correctly.”
(softly) Sousuke Aizen is too scared to eat pussy
“Just keep walking, I cannot unhear that...”
@death-in-two-steps wants a starter.
Sui Feng was intimidating. Momo refused to let her discomfort on, however.
She bowed politely. "Thank you for allowing gobantai to use your facilities for this joint exercise, Captain." She extended a patterned box. "An olive branch."
baiika:
death-in-two-steps:
Her head cocked to the side, tracing her fingers down the edges of the box, her intrigue at the sentiment hidden behind a face still stern and voice still cold. “Tell me. Your Captain, skilled as he might be, lacks the decorum I would expect from his station. So was it his idea to bribe the Sōshireikan of the Onmitsukido on her own territory?”
With that final line her eyes shot left, her form tense and stiff betraying the clear momental shift in the tone. Her fingers had stopped their journey, hovering above the crest of the Squad on the piece in her hand as if anticipating a move.
Momo pulled her pipe from her robes. She struck a match. “You know my captain isn’t so wretched,” she said. She ought to appreciate Sui Feng’s skepticism, yet she encountered distrust daily. Sousuke Aizen’s mistress never escaped scrutiny. It was exhausting.
“I’ll give you reasons why this would make a shitty fucking bribe.” Momo paused to puff smoke. So much for endearing Sui Feng. At least nibantai’s captain had her looks and her talent going for her. That was twice was Momo had. “I sewed and dyed it myself. The fabric was only spun five months ago. No history, no fame. Only a gift of good will.”
Her piercing eyes were unblinking as she took in the rebuttal, each word seeming to glance off her like swords against steel. Until, at least, the words stopped, and the slightest smirk crept to the edge of her lips.
“Lieutenant Hinamori, raising your tone to such a level against a Captain is highly ill advised. I had not expected it from someone such as you. Do you speak to all your betters that way?” For her life, Feng could not recall a Shinigami going on the offensive towards her, much less in her own territory, on her own terms. Too much civility. Antagonism bred better soldiers, better Shinigami. To cultivate that, no matter how miniscule, could be for the better. If she got a kick out of it along the way, who was she hurting?
This is the Japanese Hornet, or Suzumebachi. In the highly unlikely scenario you encounter one, run as fast as you can n.n
“ Turn around for but a moment and only an afterimage remains withal. “
@death-in-two-steps wants a starter.
Sui Feng was intimidating. Momo refused to let her discomfort on, however.
She bowed politely. "Thank you for allowing gobantai to use your facilities for this joint exercise, Captain." She extended a patterned box. "An olive branch."
baiika:
She hummed. “Yes.” A lie. The fact of it was that Momo was scared of Sui Feng, and Momo got angry when she was scared. Shinji would be mad if she did something to land herself in jail again. The easiest way to temper their temperaments seemed like making Sui Feng endeared in Momo’s heart.
She did it once with Sousuke, she could do it again.
“I’m afraid it’s only a replica, but it’s the coat of our founder. It’s a very pretty piece,” she said.
Her head cocked to the side, tracing her fingers down the edges of the box, her intrigue at the sentiment hidden behind a face still stern and voice still cold. “Tell me. Your Captain, skilled as he might be, lacks the decorum I would expect from his station. So was it his idea to bribe the Sōshireikan of the Onmitsukido on her own territory?”
With that final line her eyes shot left, her form tense and stiff betraying the clear momental shift in the tone. Her fingers had stopped their journey, hovering above the crest of the Squad on the piece in her hand as if anticipating a move.
@death-in-two-steps wants a starter.
Sui Feng was intimidating. Momo refused to let her discomfort on, however.
She bowed politely. "Thank you for allowing gobantai to use your facilities for this joint exercise, Captain." She extended a patterned box. "An olive branch."
“It’s something of a shock that another Squad would approach us about this at all. I was almost pleased to oblige.” Her eyes didn’t leave the field, darting between the forms moving beneath their perch. Only after a moment of silence did he gaze shift to the side, an eyebrow raising towards the gesture as she took it in hand. “How unorthodox. A gobantai tradition?”
by ayki0.
"When we can’t let go of the past, painful moments accumulate in us; metastasizing in our consciousness like an emotional cancer.”
Goodnight out there, whatever you are.
Yamamoto: People perceive you as somewhat...
Soifon: Tempestuous?
Yamamoto: "Heinous bitch" is the term used most often.
— autumn artemis, "i learned love from Orpheus"
MORE PINTEREST PROMPTS !
“ there is absolutely no excuse for what i’m about to do ! ”
“ maybe swearing will help. ”
“ burn in hell. ”
“ i’m fine. i’ve had worse. ”
“ someday , we will reunite. ”
“ i may have the right to remain silent , but i don’t have the ability. ”
“ that’s beyond stupid ! ( he’s / she’s / they’ve ) created a new kind of stupid. ”
“ can’t help doin’ sneaky things ! ”
“ i am not as fine as i sem. ”
“ we love a bit of trouble ! ”
“ well , that didn’t work. ”
“ my alignment is chaotic dumbass ! ”
“ it’s only forbidden if you’re a fucking coward. ”
“ i licked it , so it’s mine. ”
“ just get in the fucking blanket fort ! ”
“ you meant something to me. ”
“ find comfort in the chaos. ”
“ guess you’ll just have to FIGHT ME ! ”
“ take that , fuckers ! ”
“ i just like angrily doing things for my friends ! ”
“ why do i hurt all over ? ”
“ i may be a fragile little flower , but i’ll kick your fucking ass ! ”
“ i want to be a part of something big. ”
(Other muses didn’t scratch the itch, and with new content on the horizon, the muse has returned, will be posting tomorrow after work. For real this time!)
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- People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for. If you wish to move forward in this world you have been thrown, you must see what is not there for your eyes, hear what is not meant for your ears. -
“ i guess we’re stuck here, now. ” he said leaning back on the cell wall of where ever they were being held. “Any plans to escape?”he asked her curiously.
"Have you tried beating the walls down? I don't recall you putting much thought into plans before, so that seems the logical place to start." The Captain sat to the substitutes opposite, legs crossed and eyes shut as she responded, her senses as open as could be to any avenue forwards. Of all the people to get hurled into the dark with, she got the prodigal lout, just perfect. A slight shift in the noise through the stonework around them perked her ears up, a half crack in her eyelid to see if anything had changed. It hadn't. Just the orange across from her, strangly calm in such a harrowing position. Wasn't he stressed about the implication of failure? Of his inability to complete the mission? What weighs on his mind if not the objective?
𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐙 ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
some lines modified to be more usable. ♡
“ oh hi, thanks for checking in! i’m still a piece of garbage. ” “ i’m afraid to speak my mind. ” “ i just can’t get over my fears. ” “ you’re free to do whatever you want to. ” “ do you ever get tired of yourself? ” “ i don’t want to be afraid of you. ” “ do re mi, i’m incomplete. ” “ hi, dipshit. ” “ how ’bout i do anyway? ” “ how did this happen? ” “ i want things to change. ” “ the sun is a deadly laser. ” “ i guess we’re stuck here, now. ” “ you could make a religion out of this. ” “ get the hell out of here. ” “ fuck the church. ” “ why didn’t we think of this before? ” “ where the hell are we? ” “ nobody knows what you’re going through. ” “ maybe we can go out. ” “ would you rather stay in? ” “ we’ve come so far. ” “ i can’t be saved. ” “ i wanna go outside. ” “ i’m gonna change my ways. ” “ i don’t have enough time to say the things i wanna say. ” “ i just want some time to express the things i feel. ” “ i wanna write a song. ” “ when will you come back home? ” “ i can’t go home. ” “ why is everything so dumb & stupid? ” “ okay, what was your question? ” “ i think we’re gonna be okay. ” “ oh, that’s a sexy lamp. ” “ i can’t go back. ” “ today’s a brand new day. ” “ i’m gonna do everything that you’re not supposed to do. ” “ you’ve got to slow down. ” “ i’m going to hell & i’m late for it. ” “ i just did a bad thing. ” “ i’ve let the things i’ve ruined ruin me. ” “ yes, hello, i’d like to be punished. ” “ i think i might quit. ”