ANGEL. it's been 84 years, how does anything work here anymore rofl
Jules of Nature

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@kazeshinigami
ANGEL. it's been 84 years, how does anything work here anymore rofl
--- "Hm?" He lowers his paperwork { he knows he should probably stop taking work home, but of late his concentration isn't what it used to be, perhaps the war had taken its toll, so he has to make that slower pace up somehow }. "Hey," he says, eyes quickly scanning the tailend of his paragraph. "I'll put this away," he's not been paying enough attention to Shuuhei of late, he's well aware of that..
Now that he knows the truth, he wonders if Kensei's overworking as of late is at all tied to his shortened lifespan. Is he trying to get as much as he possible can done before his time is up?
He nods and waits until Kensei has set the paperwork aside before sidling closer and lifting Kensei's arm to wrap it over his own shoulders. "This is an unexpected turn of the tables," he notes, glancing to the documents. "I remember when you had to drag me away from my desk so I would stop working. …Is there something on your mind to have prompted this?"
Lets Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)
My muse has to pick one or the other. They have to pick one. Not neither, not both.
Submissive or Dominant? Whips or Chains? Handcuffs or Shibari? Pillow Princess or Power Bottom? Voyeur or Exhibitionist? Blindfolds or Spreader Bars? Butt Plugs or Vibrators? Edging or Multiple Rounds? Knots or Ovipositor? Spanking or Scratching? Ball Gag or Muzzle? Strap on or Double Sided Dildo? On on one or Group Sex? Vanilla or Kinky? Lengthy Cocks or Girthy Cocks? Small Boobs or Large Boobs? Ass or Chests? Thighs or Arms? Hot Wax or Knifeplay? Loud or Quiet? Biting or Sucking? Collars or Piercings? Costumes or Lingerie Monogamy or Polyamory? Laughing and silliness during sex or Intensity and power struggle during sex? Fucking a Virgin or Fucking someone with experience? Face to face or from behind? Phone sex or Sexting? Cumming inside or Cumming outside Being filled or Bukkake Dirty Talk or Degradation? Role play or Porn on in the background? Public Edging or Filming in the Bedroom? Condom or Bareback? Lube or Raw? Video Call Masturbation or Sexy Selfies? Blood Play or Breath Play? Face fucking or Anal sex? Leather or PVC? Morning Sex or Evening Sex? Clothes on or Clothes off?
⏳
For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.
"I was definitely sleeping with Kanisawa and Aoga during our time in the Academy. Those were some of my happiest moments from those years."
[ ⏳ ]
For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.
"I only got out of the slums of Rukongai because Tousen-taichou saved me and took me in. Is it any surprise that I'm devoted to him?"
"Mm." When Izuru had confronted Rose about it, he hadn't initially thought it affected him as much, he'd just been annoyed that Rose hadn't seen fit to tell him. Along the way, though, it'd become more and more obvious that this affected Izuru much more than he anticipated. He was angry for different reasons, too. Perhaps that lingering emotionality from when he'd still been alive. In any case.. There would come a time that Izuru would have to go on without his anchor to humanity. For all the virtues of his new relationship with Akon.. It wasn't the same as with Rose.
Izuru suspects it is similar for Shuuhei. If Muguruma perished, where would that leave Shuuhei? Briefly Izuru considers he should not have told Shuuhei at all. He'd probably be happier for it. Too late now. He nods slowly as Shuuhei concurs that he will have to speak to his captain. Though, to Rose too..? Izuru quirks a brow. "You think he'll be able to be neutral in this case..?" Rose and Kensei are in the same position here, and both chose to keep the information from their lieutenants. There must be a reason for that..
Hearing Izuru question seeking Rose's advice makes Shuuhei question it, too. After all, Izuru is more informed on Rose's stance on the matter. "If you think he won't be able to, then…" He bites his lip. "I suppose I could try Hirako-taichou instead. I mean, he might not give me a straight answer, but… I don't want to walk in to a confrontation with Kensei-san without getting advice from someone."
Maybe it's pathetic that, even after being with Kensei for a number of years now, Shuuhei doesn't know him inside-and-out. Maybe Shuuhei's cowardice is just tenacious.
Leans into Kensei's shoulder and plants a little kiss just above his ear. ( @txchikaze )
For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.
injury/hurt prompts bc reasons
feel free to specify who is receiving the actions [ sew ] for one muse to have to stitch up the other [ fix ] for one muse to mend a dislocated joint [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves [ drugged ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re delirious [ bullet ] for one muse to help the other after they get shot [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other [ broken ] for one muse to have broken a bone(s) [ scream ] for one muse to wake up because the other is having a nightmare [ comfort ] for one muse to stay the night with the other after a hard day [ wake ] for one muse to wake up to the other at the side of their hospital bed [ sleep ] for one muse to sit by while the other is unconscious in a hospital [ nurse ] for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick [ appear ] for one muse to show up at the other’s doorstep injured
“ just let me help you. ” “ shut the fuck up and sit down. you’re bleeding. ” “ it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before. ” “ hey, you can talk to me. ” “ shh- lie back. you’re safe now. ” “ you need to stay still. ” “ how the hell did this happen? ” “ are you sure you’re okay? ” “ that isn’t ‘just a scratch’. ” “ stop being such a baby and let me finish cleaning you up. ” “ i need you to stay awake for me okay? keep your eyes open. ” “ if you die on me i’ll bring you back to life and kill you myself. ” “ for once in your goddamn life, let me take care of you before you make it worse. ” “ you’re hurt because of me. the least i can do is fix it. ” “ i’ll be okay. i promise. ” “ a little help? ” “ i just need a few stitches and i can’t exactly reach. ” “ i’m fine, i just need a moment. ” “ no hospitals. ” “ you need a fucking doctor. ” “ you need to slow down. ” “ you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground. ” “ you have to sleep eventually. ” “ stop fussing, i’ll be fine. ” “ shit, okay fuck that actually really fucking hurts. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ i feel so cold. ” “ i can’t feel my legs. ” “ i don’t…i don’t wanna go yet. ” “ what the fuck happened to you? ” “ who the fuck did this? ” “ you’re clearly not okay so stop bullshitting me. ” “ fucking hell. ” “ i need help. please. ” “ i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this. ” “ if i die, i’m gonna haunt your ass. ” “ it’s not that bad, chill the fuck out. ”
They're in nearly the same boat, the two of them. Granted, despite his newly discovered abilities, Shuuhei will eventually die. Izuru will not. In fact, even if his entire body were to be cut up in parts, there's no telling whether his abomination of a soul will find its way to hell (anything else is not an option). Perhaps that is something he ought to discuss with Akon sometime. Especially considering his penchant for indifference toward the damage done to his body. Though he's been better about that of late, due to both Rose and Akon's repeated requests.
"You know what he's like," he says, with regards to Rose's position on things "-takes things as they come. He's happy with the time he's got." Cross that bridge when we get to it, and such.. "He didn't seem too bothered by it." Izuru supposes Rose's main concern had been izuru himself, and where he'd end up after he'd perish. But since Akon... There's not much to worry about now.
"Are you going to confront Muguruma-taichou?" He lied to Shuuhei, too, it seems.
Shuuhei nods as Izuru summarizes Rose's somewhat lackadaisical position on his reduced lifespan — it's about what he had expected would be the case. Rose is hard to faze. That's one of the aspects of the visored which makes him so reliable a confidant.
"I think I'll have to, at some point," though even as he says it, the dread leaks into his tone. "I may want to think through it all as much as I can beforehand, though — maybe get Rose-san's thoughts on how to approach it. If I rush into that confrontation driven by my emotions, I suspect I would only make things worse. Kensei-san… does not like not being in control of a situation, so I could imagine this being a sensitive issue for him." But maybe Rose will prove him wrong — can't hurt to ask, right?
fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language.
[text id: the world is happening in a room that i can't enter, life is happening in a gathering i am not invited to. / being unwanted is a language i am fluent in.]
He does catch on, in the spells of silence inbetween his informing Shuuhei, and Shuuhei actually answering him, that the information is upsetting to the brunet. That is the normal response, so Izuru does not begrudge him that. The brunet, as often, goes into problem-solving mode. No doubt his solution involves offering up many of his own years. Izuru shakes his head. "I already spoke to Akon. They've already explored every possible course of action. 'nothing we can do' were his exact words." Izuru shrugs. He hadn't fought Akon on that, of course.
"He thought they'd have five centuries at most, but since they're not fully shinigami, he couldn't be sure.." Their hollows were a.. Volatile factor.
Shuuhei's next question comes as a bit of a surprise. His friend has not recently attempted to ask him about anything to do with feelings. Izuru had assumed he's given up on him in that regard. But.. Surprisingly, this news had pissed him off. He'd actually confronted Rose about it a little while ago. "He lied to me." By omission, but still. "I was angry with him for that." But underlying that anger had been something else. It made him uneasy to think of a world he'd be living in for millennia to come; without Rose in it.
Still.. Nothing he could do about it, so it served him much better to plan for the future. He half-shrugs "He'll die and I'll be here forever," that should upset him, of course "I'm not thrilled."
Shuuhei visibly deflates with Izuru's response of finality — of futility. He doesn't want to blame Akon, after all that their comrade has done already to get those who had been reduced to zombies to where they currently are, but… still, it's frustrating. Frustrating beyond belief. There are a thousand "impossible" things that the Twelfth Division can pull off, and this just has to be the one exception? Hell, that Izuru is walking and talking should be one of those impossibilities, and yet!
Thinking of Izuru, Shuuhei is… well, glad that he had asked about how Izuru had felt about this. He knows he has been guilty of distance from his longtime friend due to the unsettling nature of his new circumstances. It seems all the more clear in this moment that Shuuhei had made selfish assumptions about Izuru's capacities for emotion in his somewhat-undead state of being. He's glad that Izuru had been able to get angry about this. Izuru who, by his own declaration, seems doomed to a converse but little better fate: to outlive everyone he knows, to exist long past will or wishes until perhaps some future scientist can figure out how to grant him peace.
Only in his own small way, Shuuhei does empathize with that outlook. He's already outlived so many people dear to him, and he also, to an extent, has not been given permission to die. He still wishes it had been himself hit with Bazz B's attack rather than Izuru, since he would have survived it, given the evidence from his later injury from Lille Barro.
"And… what's Rose-san's stance on all this? Is he just resigned to it?" Maybe it would be best to discuss this with Rose first, if he's already been confronted by Izuru. Maybe that way Shuuhei is less likely to say something he may regret when he would then talk to Kensei. As much as Shuuhei can't picture his captain (his lover) giving up a fight, if all Shuuhei would do is reopen a wound that Kensei has been trying to bandage in private, then… he might push Kensei away rather than draw him closer by bringing up the subject.
scuse me being nsfw but hisagi blowing akon in an alley behind a bar uwu
It doesn't take much for him to get on his knees for a man, but still. Akon's eyes on him had sent shivers of anticipation up his spine even before they had ended up in this back alley, and those eyes now egg him on. Though Shuuhei isn't someone who tends to be lazy with a blowjob, one could say he's especially motivated to perform well under Akon's assessing gaze. He wonders if Akon might discern all of his weaknesses just by looking at him — if Akon might then use that information to reduce Shuuhei to putty in his hands. That hardly sounds like a undesirable outcome.
❛ mmm, yes….. that feels nice. ❜
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He would certainly hope it does. Shuuhei doesn't have decades of service under his belt for nothing, after all. Still, Shuuhei takes a small smug sense of pride in the praise as his hand continues to stroke inside Kyoraku's untied hakama, coaxing him to full arousal.
"If I may be so presumptuous, soutaichou, I can imagine that it'll feel even better if you put this somewhere warmer and tighter." And he demonstratively leans in, bringing his hips (and thereby his ass) closer. "Can I interest you in that?"
► "C'mere." With the command he pats his lap invitingly.
send ► and a command that my muse must obey
An easy order to follow, all things considered. Shuuhei approaches and slides down onto the proffered lap, bracing his weight on Kensei's shoulders as he settles there.
"Is there something I can do for you, taichou?" he asks, invoking Kensei's title with the kind of teasing tone that only comes out in privacy between them.
He dispassionately watches an array of emotions flash across Shuuhei's face. "He didn't tell you either, huh?" It doesn't truly surprise him. Rose had been equally secretive. It'd been Akon that had spilled the beans. Not maliciously, either, he'd merely explained the process they'd gone through to get those affected by that zombie girl quincy back to the realm of the living { sort of }. "Rojurou, Muguruma, Matsumoto, and Hitsugaya.. They'll live half the time they would have otherwise." But, he supposes, that is better still than their having perished already, isn't it?
Again, his processing capacity is on a delay. He hears, but doesn't understand until a measure of seconds afterward. Kensei, Rose, Rangiku… Their lifetimes have been halved? Halved? Just how much does that mean? Kensei is already a good century if not more older than Shuuhei is — how much (or how little) time does he have left? Do they have left together? The news is like a knife jabbed up under his ribs.
"…Oh." It sounds much calmer than he feels. Maybe he's in too much shock to emote properly. "I, um, I don't suppose the Twelfth has any way of… transference, or something…" Probably a silly question, but Shuuhei knows he wouldn't hesitate to give Kensei half of his own life if he could.
His next question might also be silly, at least when directed to Izuru as he is now, but he voices it anyway: "Were you upset, when you found this out?"
her freaking out and anxiety left her body when hisagi spoke of her series and how it could be in the issue. it made her heart race even more but from excitment. ' o..oh, really...? ' the third chair lowered her hands and rubbed the back of her neck gently, trying to calm herself down before speaking her idea out, so she wouldn't stumble over her own words.
' well, my idea was about sexuality and gender among the gotei 13. we.. don't really know much about these things but i am eager to tell, inform and help everyone that i can! ' a-yeong clapped her hands together, very excited and passionate about this.
He hadn't meant to instill panic in Desrosiers, but he does realize he's rather put her on the spot. Thus, he tries to give encouraging little nods while he waits for her to put words together.
When she does explain her idea, color Shuuhei surprised. Not unpleasantly so, but still: that is not a subject which would have remotely crossed his mind for material. …Maybe his own sense of internalized shame is just too strong for that. On that note, that Desrosiers would even suggest it speaks of a bravery foreign to Shuuhei. Consider his esteem of her strengthened.
"That is a commendable idea," he says once he has processed the pitch. He almost adds that he hopes she has a thick skin, given the responses which might result, but he decides to keep the thought to himself. "How soon do you think you could write up a first article?"