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(( good morning friendos! i've just restarted my discord and it looks like i'm still logged into my old account so i'm gonna roll with that one. feel free to add me if you'd rather chat on there!
i have a little paperwork to do and i have to get some cat food but i want to try and get on here a little bit today-- i have to work later and i'm working 12 hours tomorrow but i've got the next two days off after that ))
(( everyone remember when we all watched markiplier and life was great ))
since i'm not drowning in replies i'm feeling confident enough to go for another
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(( good morning! i think i have all of my replies out but if it seems like something is missing then let me know. i'm gonna go check on my yard and maybe do a bit of work clearing the space where i want to have my wood pile and compost. i have another yard to go do work in that i have to leave for in an hour and a half and then my actual job after that, so i'll be busy for the rest of the day. hope y'all have a good one! ))
keeping the division alive and functioning was a feat, to be sure, but, with the help of the fifth seat, she managed. she wasn't sure how, but she did. she was skilled enough to be given the title temporary captain, even having to demonstrate her own imperfect bankai to the other division captains. being the permanent captain wasn't in her current goals, and she made sure that was clear to the head-captain commander. she didn't want to run it indefinitely, forever, but she would do everything within her power to run it as best as she could.
despite her efforts, some areas of the barracks had withered, the main eyesore being akane's garden. it was large and beautiful during her time within the division, but upon her defection with the traitor captains, it began to die. tsuneko tried, and tried, spilling helpless tears over the decaying rose bushes and carnations, desperate to keep them vibrant and new, but she failed. in the end, it wasn't something she allowed herself to linger on, simply letting the garden fade away until it felt like a distant memory in her heart.
had he of been there, would things be different? would the division still be lively and bright? somehow, since the disappearance of hirako, shinji, the fifth never felt like home to tsuneko. never felt like a place she belonged. aizen had changed it, shaped it into what he wanted it to be. the third seat didn't necessarily hate it, but she wasn't fond of how things were done, or how often aizen was missing from his post. she tried to shape her own way of leading after hirako, but had she failed at that, too? she wasn't personable like he was, she had a difficult time showing she cared for others ( at least, those she wasn't close with, like her family or akane ) and she could be a little strict with orders. would he be proud of how she ran it?
she was informed that a returning face would be taking over as fifth's captain, and she vaguely wondered whom it could be -- but she wasn't always the best with names and faces, with many of them blending together or being lost to her entirely. many of the officers had questioned her about them, and she wished she had more information to give them, but she fell short, and, in the end, managed to get more than a little overwhelmed, retreating to the captain's quarters for some quiet.
the incoming spiritual energy tingled the back of her neck, sending a familiar shiver across her spine, though it radiated differently throughout her nerves. it felt like she was intimately aware of the person it belonged to, yet they also felt like a stranger, and her curiosity burned brightly. as it approached, she readied herself for a knock at the door, but it never came. instead, she was met with a sudden burst of energy, causing her hairs to stand on edge, and she turned, silver hair temporarily blocking her vision before everything settled.
hirako. she almost couldn't believe her eyes, seeing him standing before her again after what felt like too fucking long. it made the corners of her lips twitch upward subtly -- though she was only mildly thrown off by his short greeting.
" welcome back, hirako-taichou, " the third seat greeted after a pause between them, feeling a familiar warmth bursting within her chest as she spoke his name and title for the first time in what felt like millennia, " they... didn't tell me who was taking over. but i'm... i'm glad that it's you, " tsuneko turned to fully face the blond, bowing towards him deeply, allowing her smile to completely form on her features, " i look forward to the future with you as our captain. please, take care of us. "
Once he's sure that his return isn't going to be met with assault, anger, or any other emotion he might need to defend himself against, his posture softens around his shoulders and set jawline. He breathes a small sigh of relief, but it's short-lived; when she offers up the pleasantries and formalities, his tone becomes immediately displeased.
"Enough'a that." He waves a hand, as if batting away a bad smell. "I still ain't the formal type." Never has been, and he dearly hopes never will be. What a dumb thing for someone to get their panties in a bunch over; if the only way he knows his team respects him is a bow and a proper title, he's doing something very wrong.
It's not as if they're strangers, either, and Shinji has had a lot of time to think about how he used to interact with his subordinates. When he had to become a leader figure to those friends that became closest to him, he realized that the easiest people to lead are the ones nearest and dearest. Even when they disagreed or had doubts, they always trusted him.
"C'mon." His features ease back into neutrality and tip-toe the line of familiarity. He has yet to unveil the extent to which things around here have changed, but he has to start somewhere if he's going to draw it back to his way of working. Surely, if those he knew from back then haven't changed, they have endured a great amount.
He approaches her and links one spindly arm around her shoulders to draw her into an embrace. "I'm sure ya've had a helluva time since I've been gone. Sorry I couldn't make it back sooner."
He was trying to help the other him, his twin? Triplet? More like triplet… there's three of them. "Yer callin' him a loser?" Shinji was trying his best to hold back a laugh. "Yeh, with a face like 'at? Surprised, women ain' fallin' head over heels fer him."
There was a shrug of his shoulders as he held his head in his hand. "Ain' 'at kinda guy either, what kinda captain woul' I be if I were doin' 'at." So he had a sneaking suspicion the man in the hospital bed was up to something. "Hell, what kinda siblin' woul' I be if I were the type to be pickin' on the weaker ones?"
The brown eyed man looked at the other blonde and thought about it for a moment, trying to make friends with Sosuke might be beneficial but what if? "An' what if he tries shit on ya when yer frien's?" He didn't wanna say he told the other him so… but.
Shinji was mulling over this whole situation in his head, "take care'a him, try an' get to know him but, take no shit. Don' let'cher guard down. He tries anythin'... stop him. Don' wan'cha hurt either." There could be a chance to change fate, right?
"I'm used t' gettin' shit on by my friends, ain't worried 'bout me." He rarely ever is-- almost never is, these days-- and it seems whenever concern for himself enters the picture, it's only to serve a means to an end. I can't get killed because my division needs me. I can't get disheartened because my team will lose morale. In the end, if it isn't to serve a person or a goal, Shinji's mind doesn't care to worry about his own needs. It's really better just to convince himself he doesn't have them to begin with so that their absence won't be so missed.
"There's somethin' goin' on with 'im, not denyin' that. 'e's hidin' a lot." It's best to assume it's malicious because if it is he doesn't want to be caught unaware. He sort of wonders, even now, if his lieutenant isn't as unconcious as he appears. Certainly, he could be good at faking this, too. "I made 'im my lieutenant 'cause I was so sure'a that. If someone's gonna get hurt, it should be me."
Maybe it's because he isn't eager to volunteer his services or especially gracious about giving his help, but Shinji always finds himself to be far more self-sacrificing than others seem to believe he is. Maybe it's his laziness or his wishy-washy attitude towards his duties. He shoves off paperwork left and right and has a hard time communicating things in a timely manner, if he doesn't think they're important, but the stuff that matters? He likes to think he puts his whole heart into it. This stuff, he believes, matters.
"In fact, I'd rather it be me that gets hurt if someone's gotta. If ain't no one else gonna notice there's somethin' up with 'im, it's basically like they're walkin' blind." And he's not going to get mad at a blind man for tripping over a rock-- or being stabbed in the back. He doesn't think, for a second, that his own vision is still partially obscured. He's positive he sees the situation clearly. He knows he does. He'll trip over no rocks.
He sits back, obscuring himself more in shadow than out; the day is winding down and the blazing beams of the setting sun cast deep darks in their fading grasp.
"Whatever it takes, I'll make 'em all see the light."
Even with the landscape of his division changed ( subtly, in most cases, as the Fifth's grounds were always that of serenity and nature ), Shinji's feet never led him astray or paused in temporary forgetfulness. Even a world away, hiding amongst the living, his dreams-- or, more commonly, nightmares-- would take him back to those paths. So that he was never really given the chance to forget them at all, so that part of him still remained here underneath the sheen of deception laid upon it.
He's always felt possessive of this division. Even if it wasn't where he began his position in the 13, it's where he knew he belonged. Knowing Aizen had poisoned it so thoroughly made him sick to his stomach; seeing the state of his current lieutenant at the hands of his former one actually did make him sick, once he was in some manner of privacy. All over his pride and joy, spots of mold and rust grew on the things that had once been shining and vibrant. He was going to have to roll up his sleeves for a bit to dust it all off.
The one, small glimmer of hopeful news that has been given in his last moments before fully re-becoming the Fifth's captain is what he's en route to investigate, now. When he asked who had been monitoring the division in the interim period, a familiar name had been offered. He wants to be relieved about it, but Aizen changed things so much that Shinji is no longer sure if the welcome he's about to receive is warm or not.
He throws open the door of the captain's office as if it's the front door of his own home. This space has been changed much more than the grounds themselves. He can't stomach looking too much into detail at the particulars-- or wonder where all of his old things ended up-- but instead settles his attention on the sole figure in the room.
He stands there for a few moments, wondering exactly what to say. Really, he decides it's best to gauge her reaction, first. So, he raises his right hand in greeting and offers a flat, expressionless, "yo."
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since i'm not drowning in replies i'm feeling confident enough to go for another
STARTER CALL
(( the rain today is just making me so lazy, all i did was plant one single rose bush and clean out my compost bin. i have one other reply on here to do, but also i have to leave for work in 20 minutes. i'll put up another starter call to get some more stuff going and i'll also leave some updated pictures of my gardens down below. they're definitely starting to come along, but they still have a way to go! ))
onions in the back have already been topped twice and are growing like crazy. the carrots in front all needed to be replanted except the one big boy in the middle you can see. the cardboard is there to keep the soil moist because carrot seeds can dry out easily.
tomatoes, they're packed in a little tight for now but i plan to pull some out when the raised beds at the group home i work at are ready so we can have tomatoes there, as well. i'm growing cherry, roma, and beefsteak. the real big one to the right was a gift from my boyfriend's mother. there are also marigolds there because they're real good for repelling garden pests and i also want to plant in some basil because it helps the tomatoes flavor.
spinach and various kinds of lettuce, all looking real good. there are also tomatoes sprinkled in here-- the leaf plants help protect the baby tomatoes from too much sun and as they grow, the tomato plants will help shade the lettuce and spinach which don't do so well in a lot of heat. the tomato plants i have growing in here are definitely growing faster than the others.
pumpkins, watermelon, and radishes. i think next year i'm going to move the pumpkins and watermelons to a bigger area, but i wanted to test them out this year. they seem to be going good although most of the greenery in the picture at the moment are nasturitums. they're good companion flowers for pumpkins and the flowers themselves are also edible so they can be used for decorating and garnishing stuff.
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M isunderstood was she; a woman of survivability, beautified grace, and unfathomable ambitions. ------ She had outlived the heartlessness of her abusers, of Quietus's cocoon, and thus bourgeoned into a butterfly whose wings blazed influentially with strength and brilliance. --Treading amongst the corridors of the Fifth division, she locates her captain, a blond individual whose partialities were distinctive and interestingly conforming for his temperament in personage, and gestures for his engagement." Hirako-Taichou! --- I've walked through the entire barracks looking for you."vexation bled amidst, hand 'pon hip.
Some shadow of a thought retreats into the back of his mind at the beckoning of the bird fluttering to his side. As his attention and head swivel to her direction, there is only the light air of friendliness and ease about his expression. He doesn't mind that she's a little riled up about his responsibility-ducking; he'd rather see her furious than passive. Although, in earnest, he's happiest seeing her thrive in any fashion.
"They say cardio's good for the heart, ya should be thankin' me for the extra walkin'!" He doesn't move from his seated position next to a still koi pond on the fringes of the Fifth's boundaries. Instead, he pats the ground at his side in invitation. "Whatever it is, ya can tell me just as well takin' a load off as ya can standin' there in a big huff."
((y awn good morning friendos. i have some paperwrk to get done in a rush, a work meeting i have to leave in 40 minutes for, then two houses i have to go to so i can help with either house or yard work.
i stepped on a rusty nail on friday and had to go get a tetanus shot so my foot and arm have both been dummy sore but they're getting better. definitely not something to mess around with! it took a couple hours for my foot to feel like there were rocks inside of it, very spooky.
i'll try to be around here later but i might not make it on to write until tomorrow morning ))
This is why she did not want to get involved with shinigami again. That society had its own rules that sometimes asked for far too much from them. Hiyori has given her youth, health and sanity for this organization. And now, just when she thought she had nothing left for Soul Society to take…
Shinji and her friends were leaving.
It turns out… anything that Hiyori loved was not hers to begin with. People did not belong to anyone. Kirio was not her mother. And… the vizard, despite acting like a family– were not. Shinji did not owe her anything. But she still felt her heart sinking at the prospect that he had chosen to leave.
“….” She’s quiet for a moment, not bothering to reply to his rhetorical question. However, she does protest when he mentions that he isn’t heroic. Hiyori scoffs and elbows him.
“Yeah right, not heroic my ass.”
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“Every time someone’s in the slightest bit’a trouble yer there ‘ta save their ass.”
He’s saved her several times as well. He does not do it to be told that he is heroic or kind or noble. It is just the way Shinji is. He’s… kind. It’s why her first words to Ichigo was that she was not as kind as Shinji. And it is precisely why her heart will never soften towards Soul Society even in their time of need. It was not Shinji’s fault.
Kisuke had attempted to explain about Aizen to Central 46 all those years ago. Her… former captain had been framed and all because he chose to go back for someone like her. If her bleeding heart captain had followed orders from the beginning, he could still be a captain.
She shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek to stop the spew of verbal cyanide that would’ve exploded out of her had she not gained an ounce of control.
“Fuck off then. Why are ya botherin’a explain all this ‘ta me? Go! Get lost. Since yer so absolutely necessary over there. Like they suddenly cannot function without ya, even though they were fine for 100 years!” Hiyori snapped furiously, her large eyes throwing daggers at him. Despite the vicious words, the tremble and ache in her voice was palpable.
Soul society needs them, yes.
But… she also needed him.
She would cut her own tongue off than admit this to him. She can’t hold him back. Not when he has a chance to live a normal life again.
“Yer gonna swoop in there like some big, bad Atlas and shoulder all their fuckin’ problems and fix whatever mess that baldy Aizen left and think they’re gonna accept ya? Like ya are? I bet those turncoats will not trust ya one bit. They’ll use ya ‘ta their hearts content- and then toss ya out as soon as yer powers make ‘em uncomfortable!”
And the worst part would be… that he would endure it all. She could not understand why he would subject himself to this torture…
Her tiny body was already furious at the thought of her friends being ostracized by soul society, but she was not going to go over there and coddle them. They chose this difficult path.
“… Yer an idiot, Shinji.”
She looked at her teacup with a glimmer of sadness and then furrowed her brows. Her expression became pinched again.
“Yer not so important that everythin’ is yer fault.”
It would be much easier to endure the lecture if she wasn't so close to being accurate with everything she says. Or, at least, as soon as her opinion is given it turns Shinji's mind into wondering if maybe he really is doing the wrong thing. He's grappled with that enough, and knew that she would believe it to her very core that they're all making a big mistake.
"Idiot." He thinks he's talking to himself, but then he thinks he's talking to her. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, his hollow suggests that he's just insulting Aizen because he doesn't know what else to do.
A heavy sigh pushes up from his lungs and hangs in the air. The problem with Hiyori is that she's just smart enough to not realize that she's not that smart. In the end, he'll spell it all out for her because he can't stand thinking someone believes something about him that isn't true. At least, someone he likes.
"I'm stayin' t' explain it to ya 'cause I might not be that important, but yer important t' me." He feels tired as the thoughts that had been recycling in his head come again and again and, eventually, part from his lips.
"I'm the last one left, yanno, the other two already headed out. I told 'em I wasn't leavin' 'til we set things straight." He was so sure that things can be set straight that he made the firm claim that he was remaining until they were so. "Yer the only real reason I told 'em t' stick it where the sun don't shine the first time."
He had been approached alone, initially, by none other than Shunsui with a plea in Yamamoto's stead. They all thought it was wiser that a friendly face break the ice, but Shinji demanded to talk to the man himself-- only to tell him no right to his face. After some reflection, and convincing, and many sleepless nights, he reconsidered and opened the door for Kensei and Rose.
"Then I had t' think 'bout it real hard an'... my heart wants t' stay here. It ain't there anymore. My family's here, no matter what." That's what had led to his rejection the first time. Why would he leave his home? "But I don't make real good decisions 'bout things when I think with my heart. An' my head tells me I should go back 'cause it's the right thing t' do."
Eventually, he looks at her again. The calm, collected demeanor he usually carries has cracked, just a tiny bit. He's not trying to hide the fact that he's upset. What's the point, if he can't even be honest with those closest to him about how he feels? Why give them the title of family if he's going to keep them at a constant distance? The pull on his lips isn't as exaggerated, but it's distraught; the strain around his eyes match.
"Even sayin' all that, I'm still here... 'cause I don't think I can go if it's gonna mean you'll hate me."
━━━━༺ ᵒ ༻ ❖ ༺ ᵒ " You have to be kidding me. " an exasperated, bedizened, statement, generated by the incredulity conceived by Shinji's unmistakable dearth in heeding, in implementing genuine consideration, the pressing work schedules of his coequals, absconds 'tween semi-partitioned lips bare of premeditated definition as he ultimately accumulated the paperwork, their condition unflattering as if a juvenile had latterly retained possession of them, from the latter's clutches. ----- The wet splotch his digits skimmed through better be that of spilled tea as it combed through the pages, thumbing layers by their corners as he meticulously rummaged through the particulars exhibited within. Brows furrow whilst his company unendingly articulated, verbalization descending and ricocheting outwards from inattentive ears as the adolescent scoffs an audible exhalation of disinterestedness. ---------- Sans reluctance he grasps the written presentation, the diluted pictorial demonstration of dissimilar numerals and commodity placements, securely 'gainst his palm and forthwith tears its entirety into two segments of nullified garbage. He proffers it back to the blond, its prior proprietor, sans emitting a singular word. Dispassion palpitates forth, disregarding the reaction his doing initiated.
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Hooded gaze watches the entire interaction with palpable, mirrored, intentional evenness. He's not naive by any stretch of the word, although the proposition ( which now lays in his outstretched hands in tatters ) most certainly appeals to the childish and imaginative and pure of heart.
At his core, Shinji has never been any of those. Even the immature, hopeless, comedic front he normally shows to the world is a relatively shaky aspect of his character. He feels as though he's quick to drop it because, in the end, it only serves so much of a purpose. He was never so ready to be the butt of every joke until they were crammed into that miserable warehouse with his friends' very souls crushed into the hard, cold concrete. It was in those days that he really leaned into becoming the conversational ( and literal ) punching bag. He's been doing it for Hiyori much longer, so it came naturally, and he saw Kisuke do much the same so it seemed to just be the thing to do. It's not as if their feelings are so much different from everyone else's, anyway, that they need to be voiced.
"Ahhh, ya ain't gotta be harsh 'bout it!" His tone is still flat and the only emphasis is really in the loudness of it. He's seemingly not nearly as torn up as his plans literally are. "Rides, games, maybe somethin' good t' eat..." all components of his brilliant scheme, "I thought that sorta thing would be perfect t' shake Momo outta her funk. Yanno, after everything she's been through."
He locks eyes with Hitsugaya, expression remaining flacid but a sort of knowingness in his eyes that he is positive is too similar to an expression Aizen would often wear. He really can't recall which of them learned it from which, but it conveys the singular message that he believes he's found the other captain's short hairs and has begun tugging.
"You know 'er better, though. Maybe she ain't int' that stuff?"
“I know well that he does not love me. How could he love me? And yet deep down within me something, a particle of myself cannot help thinking, with fear and trembling, that perhaps, in spite of all, he loves me.”
— Simone Weil, in The Notebooks of Simone Weil, trans. by Arthur Wills.
(( ph e w, i've had a heck of a few days! mostly family stuff-- my grandmother has been having some issues lately and that corner of the world is requiring more of my attention than usual. i'm going to spend the next hour and a half working on stuff here and some more paperwork for my job then i'll have to submit myself to the yard and gym ))
(( I'll try to be around a little tomorrow morning but I have busy plans in my yard. I got decorative corn to plant, three kinds of basil and cilantro for my herb bed plus I need to move four or five oregano plants out. I also have squash and gourds that need a space cleared in the front yard next to the pumpkins and a few other seeds to plant.
But omg my spinach is popping off and everything is growing pretty well. I'll put a picture of my herbs and the spinach down below.
Hirako Shinji | Bleach tybw cour 2 ep3 “The Fundamental Virulence”
