you look so
beautiful
dying.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
will byers stan first human second
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
NASA

Kiana Khansmith
Keni
YOU ARE THE REASON
cherry valley forever
Stranger Things

pixel skylines
Claire Keane

oozey mess

⁂
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
hello vonnie
Cosimo Galluzzi
Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle
Cosmic Funnies

Kaledo Art

seen from France
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from South Africa
seen from Argentina
seen from Türkiye

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Moldova
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
@nightmare-tiger
you look so
beautiful
dying.
"Yare, yare~! What a face!" Softly he chuckled. "What happened to ya to get a face like that?"
[/rolls eyes]
"What do you want." It's not a question. She actually doesn't care.
swallowing-snake started following you
[/stares blankly]
This is a first, being in a team with you
Surprise, surprise.
Yes this is about right.
I’M SORRY /SHOT
encounter || aizen&yui
Yui perched completely still, using the shadows of the building next to her as an extra shield against any perceptive eyes in the darkness of the night. Even though she knew she wasn't the best at completely controlling her reiatsu, she was hoping that her zanpakuto's illusionary abilities made up for it in case he was able to sense her presence from such a distance - for all intents and purposes she was trying to make herself invisible.
Her dark green eyes were trained on his silhouette, trying not to lose track of him as she took in the scene before her. She wasn't too certain about the details of what he was doing, but after watching enough bodies fall to the ground around him, the repercussions were definitely clear. None of this, of course, shocked her. She had caused enough of her own share of murders, but then, she was a monster. A monster undercover, certainly, but still one nonetheless.
He; however, always gave off the air of being generally harmless - he had always given her a strange feeling, but that didn't deter his seeming harmlessness. Yui had never had a direct conversation with him before and her mental notes about him weren't anything substantial. This excursion, though, was something beyond the Fifth Division's friendly vice captain and she wasn't sure what to think of it.
Aizen Sousuke. It felt hypnotic just to mouth his name.
Following him into Rukongai had probably been a terrible idea (probably? most certainly) but when she had spotted him earlier that night, she couldn't help but feel there was something strange. Maybe it was because she specialized in illusions that she was able to feel the wrongness of what passed as his token genial demeanor. She wasn't sure yet whether she was grateful for this lapse in ignorance.
Yui was still amazed that she had managed to move stealthily enough so as to avoid his notice - assuming he wasn't aware of her presence; as per his rank she thought better of thinking he hadn't. If anything, he probably found her too far under his power to warrant recognition. And he certainly was powerful, a fact she couldn't ignore. (What it must be like to hold that much power! She almost couldn't bear not to taste it.) His strength could easily kill her.
But even despite that, even despite the fact that Yui had told herself to remain resolute against making herself noticed after she joined the Gotei, this excited her. This man, who was unquestionably one of the most well-liked and good-hearted, was fascinating. Because he wasn't what he seemed.
And she wanted to know more.
"Do ya mean it Yui-chan~!" Tsukiko couldn’t contain the excitement her friend just installed. It always made her happy when she knew she wasn’t being a nuisance. "I know, but I’m sick of you paying for me, all. the. time…"
"Of course. Don't be silly." It was Yui's strongest opinion that no matter what, Tsukiko could never be any sort of nuisance. "I just don't want you to be left with no money after tonight, but if you want to pay, go ahead." If it ended up that Tsukiko couldn't afford both of them, Yui would pay for her share - she wouldn't let her friend waste all her money on something so silly.
"I hope I don’t disappoint! I’ve been trying to find the right place to eat at for weeks!…" A slight but too long of a pause. "That I could also afford." Mumbles that last part under her breath.
"I doubt it's possible for you of all people to disappoint." She gives her friend a sidelong glance, cocking her head to the side in quick thought. "You know you don't have to pay for this."
"What’s wrong with that? I know you’re always up for some good food!"
"Of course I am." A large spicy seafood platter sounds particularly good right about now. "I can't help but to expect an extravagant party with you."
"I was thinking we could go get some yummy food~!"
//ignores the fact that she was upset 2 seconds ago
"Oh, something that simple? I'm surprised."
"You know I didn’t mean THAT kind of celebrating…"
"You know I'm just joking," she says, smirking. "What did you have in mind?"
bliss-howl replied to your post: //whispers today is yui’s birthday
Happy birthday! Will we be celebrating?
"I wasn't planning on it, but if you want..."
//whispers today is yui's birthday
"Yui-chan~! Where are youuu~?"
"What do you mean, 'where am I'? Where have you been?"
Kangei, Tsukiko Senta
sweet dreams are made of this || part one
The white silk fan is an old family heirloom she has only recently received from her mother. Its folds are soft and at first glance and touch it seems almost too easy to break – the first time she holds it, she handles it with supreme care as if it were an antique doll made of the finest, most delicate porcelain – but her mother assures her that that isn’t the case.
“It is just like the Furukawa women,” she states, her ever-watchful eyes trained on the delicate nature of her daughter’s hands as they trace the design of a pale yellow crescent moon dipping low behind the horizon of a rushing red river paralleled on the front and back. The family emblem. “Beautiful and delicate, but also deceptively resilient.”
Yui isn’t particularly sure why this moment comes to mind while she’s performing. She thinks it’s because this is her first time performing with this fan in particular, and that was the first time she had ever touched the fan now closed in her outstretched hand. She looks out towards it, her head leaning to her right as a solemn expression transforms her face.
She can feel her mother’s ever-watchful eyes on her as she takes the slow, deliberate steps backwards, opening the fan. It is encouraging, having her mother in the audience. Unlike her father, Yui’s mother is only supportive of her daughter’s ambitions, and never fails to comment on her pride for having “such a talented daughter”.
Her dance now is a solo, one she worked hard to achieve. Yui considers herself one of the best, if not the best, dancers amongst her ensemble of aristocratic girls. It is only natural that she would be the one to receive the most difficult solo. It is a beautiful romantic piece where Yui plays the role of a young woman lamenting the death of her lover. Overcome with grief, the woman suffers a slow and delicate death in which she is devoured by her heartache.
The other girls adore this story, but Yui finds it trite. What self-respecting woman would let herself die that way? There’s nothing “tragic” about it, but Yui pretended that it struck her emotionally. It was easier to convince her ensemble’s teacher that she deserves this dance in particular since she feels and sees the raw emotion. Besides, we must sacrifice part of ourselves to gain that which we desire most. And if that means Yui must be in love with a story about a stupid woman to be able to perform the most difficult solo, then so be it.
The music evolves into an intense moment, the notes moving faster and faster, and as meticulous as her movements must be, they follow the tempo of the music until suddenly, everything slows. Yui makes an abrupt stop in her quick gestures, slowly reaching out ahead of herself one last time before folding gracefully into herself in “death”.
Her audience drinks it in, praising her performance. Yui bows, low and polite, before returning backstage where she is met with the laughter and smiles of the other girls in her ensemble. They congratulate her on a well-done performance, admire her for executing the faster parts with such seeming ease. She merely nods and says a polite thank-you. It is time for another girl’s solo now, after all.
She watches from behind the wings as Kimiko, three months her junior, begins her piece. It isn’t nearly as extravagant as Yui’s, but is still fairly well-done, though she is amazed that the girl got a solo in the first place. Her dancing has never been up to par with what Yui would consider solo material, and she can see it in the girl’s rough movements. She would cringe if it befit her, but then something else catches her eye.
A woman in the crowd begins coughing loudly, violently, and covers her mouth completely with the sleeves on her arms out of habitual etiquette. Her servants attend to her, one holding out a small glass of water. The woman glances at it, and then clutches her head with her hand - Yui sees a flash of red on the sleeve - before falling backwards into a faint.
The woman is Yui’s mother.