"You ever eaten a hollow?"
"I might'a become like this, but I ain't got the instinct 'ta eat yer kind. Wasn't born with that desire-- but if ya taste like yakitori skewers, I'll take a bite outta ya."

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@snugglytooth
"You ever eaten a hollow?"
"I might'a become like this, but I ain't got the instinct 'ta eat yer kind. Wasn't born with that desire-- but if ya taste like yakitori skewers, I'll take a bite outta ya."
Hiyori lost her beloved captain - not to death or illness - that might have been easier to deal with. No. It was to a promotion. She lost all contact with Kirio and it was sudden and aching and it felt very much like an abandonment. Naturally, she did not take it well. She closed her heart even more to anyone that wanted to get to know or care about her. She was abusive and rude to her next captain and took out all her hurt out on him. She was a terrible mess. It was just the fact that there was no goodbye? Not a single thing had prepared Hiyori for this departure and when someone you love just fades out of your life like that… you tend to lash out. Hiyori eventually learned to suck it up and get over it. Just carry on being a lieutenant of the 12th division. But without Kirio, her heart wasn’t even in it any more. She really found it difficult to be excited about Kisuke’s vision for the 12th and felt more and more like an outcast in her own division. This had been her home but with Kirio gone, any stability she held was gone.
Even now, Hiyori lives with the expectation of being abandoned by the people she cares about the most.
Of course, when Shinji and the others left to return to soul society, she didn’t take it well. She was furious and was even more devastated than when Kirio left. She did not speak to any of them for months and didn’t even bother saying goodbye. Of course, she had private crying sessions in her room - because she had known them so well… they had all agreed soul society sucked and so why were their hearts so different on the matter???
However, the time apart from her friends has been a lot more beneficial than she thought. Hiyori is not nearly as reckless. Has to actually think about what she says to others because Shinji isn’t here to smooth things over on her behalf. And also… the time she does spend with her friends is a lot more precious.
She is slowly learning to appreciate that people do leave. They must fly and live their own life. Her clinging to them is not a sign of love, but fear.
reservedhealer:
snugglytooth:
. The healer and the hollow
The folded note underneath the plastic mug by the patient’s bed had not escaped Isane’s notice, but she elected to feign temporary blindness. Others’ privacy should always be respected. It was one thing to peer into novels that were left open on the bed as her charges fell asleep, as choice of reading literature provided her with an insight on how the ailing were feeling. It was another to pry into personal correspondence. Everyone had secrets after all, and the fairer sex tended to have more that they only confided in close friends. She knew that from experience. The matcha chocolate was an interesting choice and the corners of her mouth tugged upwards in amusement, for the addition of that tribute said more about the giver than the recipient. However, the nurses would have to be told, if only to make sure Mashiro did not gobble up the whole thing in one go when it was time for afternoon tea. Filing away a mental reminder to do so, Isane regarded Hiyori with an indulgent chuckle and a cock of the head.
It was plain the petite blonde was observant when it came to those she cared for. That she remembered little details, if the chocolate offering was anything to go by, was indicative of a someone capable of deep feeling. Which also told her that Hiyori was likely easily hurt because she felt so keenly. That was hardly surprising given all she knew about the girl and the treatment the Fourth had used on her in the field and in the operating theatre at various points. The peeled fruit and the thought given to the selection of this specific chocolate also hinted that Hiyori was likely detail-orientated in the extreme and focused on whatever she had set her sights on. While this was a worthy trait on its own, it also meant she rarely considered the big picture or whatever aspects of the larger picture around her. It was possibly a symptom of something else in the girl’s nature. Isane did not know what it was yet as she was only slightly acquainted with her. Even if she did know her well, it was not her place to steer the lass when she was old enough to make her own choices and not within the formal structure of the Gotei.
With that in mind, she met Hiyori’s gaze evenly and laughed, “I think she will do more than bother Captain Muguruma. We will have to stuff cotton wool in our ears as soon as she wakes up. Just let us know if you need some if you should drop by and do let us know when you take her out into the gardens.”
Despite the airy attempt at brushing off the remark to her complexion, Isane could not immediately defuse the blush from her countenance. “Oh, we don’t solely rely on Kaido. Surgery has a role to play too, as well as herbs and a range of other factors. We each have our own ways of coping with mental and physical exhaustion. Worries can affect quality of sleep, you know. But I think you should be able to rest better tonight since you’ve seen we haven’t hacked up Mashiro too badly,” she ventured self-deprecatorily, scribbling the reminder about the chocolate for the staff. Once done and a few words exchanged with the nurse on duty, she made a show of checking the pocket watch tucked into her obi and pretended that Hiyori had made a brilliant suggestion. “It is time for a break now that you mention it,” she hummed agreeably, extending a hospitable hand and leading the way to her quarters as soon as she discerned that the little lady could need to discuss a private matter. In fact, it seemed it was all but intimated. “We won’t be disturbed unless there’s an emergency. If nothing else, you can stomp around the greenery.”
It did not take them long, after that cryptic remark, to arrive at the living quarters annex and for Isane to unlock the doors to her quarters. Pottering across the tatami floor of the living room and unlocking another set of sliding doors, she plumped the zabuton at the low table and added, “You can open the doors to the engawa if you like. They overlook my garden. Just don’t ingest whatever you see, mind. Elsewhere in the Division, the plants should be safe. But the ones here… Well, some of them aren’t… palatable.” Upon checking on the floral arrangement on the sideboard, she made her way to the tiled floors of the small, modern kitchen and opened some cabinets for plates and the tea things, “What sort of tea would you like? Flower, Japanese, Western or a custom blend? If a serious matter is on your mind, we would need to settle the stomach and perhaps have something sweet to nibble on. I’m not sure why I’m saying this, but you don’t have to tell me anything unless you want to.”
Isane was most likely not laughing at her, but Hiyori still can’t quite control the way she flinches at it. Inwardly withdrawing, even though she ought to be over this by now. By ‘this’, it was… the way she reacted towards Shinigami. Even well-meaning ones like Isane. Or the fourth division. Or… others. She had nursed a grudge of hatred for so long, she does not know how to control her reactions around them. But for the sake of her friends, for the sake of that long, deep love… she will step into the place that made her the most uncomfortable in the universe. The place she had loved like a home. She swallows and shoves her hands in her pockets. A woman as shrewd as Isane would already clock in on her discomfort.
She nods punctually at the mention of other healing techniques. She was vividly familiar with surgery and kidou to ensure healing in a shinigami. She had undergone the technique herself after her brutal bifurcation in the war against Aizen.
The fair-haired visored manages a small smile even at the mention of Mashiro shrilly declaring herself suuuuper fit to work again. It was always the case with her friend. She was energetic and not even a hollow could darken her countenance for long. One of the only visored that never had to beat her hollow into submission. The secret of Mashiro’s power still belonged to her. Or perhaps… the secret was just that she was Mashiro. Their bubbly friend who could make even the thorniest people her friends.
There is no more to be said once Isane announced the time for a break. She’s grateful that she doesn’t have to hang around this place very long. It was full of sick/injured shinigami currently healing from their wounds. Hiyori doesn’t need the reminder of how lucky she had been.
The girl in the tracksuit followed on the heels of the taller shinigami and immediately took a seat on the small cushion in the living room once she had taken her slippers off. Hiyori did feel mildly self-conscious in the home of a lieutenant again.
She remembers quarters like these from a long, long time ago. Almost like it had been a dream. The same, grassy smell in the rooms. The same shoji paper walls that filtered a beautiful, dim light from the engawa into the room. Hiyori had to swallow the lump rising in her throat and balled her hands against her thighs. Being here, in the quarters of a lieutenant only reminded her of all she had lost.
Including her friends. But… she has seen them and heard of them here. They are celebrated. Their powerful zanpakuto able to go into battle once more with pride. She could not really have expected people like Kensei or the others to stay and live a stagnant life with her, could she?
I am such a scummy friend. She shook the thoughts out of her head.
No. She wasn’t here to feel crappy about being left behind. She was here to… ask about their welfare.
“I don’t want tea. I want= you are a captain. You must know what we are, right?” Hiyori was blunt.
“I want ‘ta know… why the fuck are my friends not using their masks? Back during the quincy invasion and even now… they get injuries they can avoid without blinking if they’d used their powers.”
Hollow powers.
The reason why she has not asked her friends is because she believes they may hide things from her to spare her the anguish on their behalf.
“Is it a secret or… have they been given some sorta ultimatum?”
. The healer and the hollow
@reservedhealer from here;
Hiyori was that audacious that she wandered into Soul Society at will. It was always on a very rare occasion. She does not like the place. The air itself, would sometimes take her by the throat and stir her insides like congee. It was just… too painful. The home that she has lost forever.
But… her friends are still alive. She had just needed to ensure that Mashiro had been alright. Whilst Hiyori had very dramatically and firmly declared she would never ever step foot in Soul Society - she has already done so once. Reluctantly as a fighter against the quincy and now, again… to check on a friend. to check on Mashiro Kuna. The green-haired lieutenant loved matcha flavoured chocolate, but only in one brand. And who would take the time to bring that? Hiyori hopes someone would. But days trickled into a week and the girl had noticed Mashiro still had no sweets. Plenty of fruits and hearty meals, but none of her favourite sweets from the world of the living. So Hiyori had not only left peeled fruits (because Mashiro wasn’t going to eat the fruits unless they were peeled), as well as matcha kitkats. The small visored had debated on leaving a note. Something sappy like… get well soon. But… instead she had just wrote you are super - and left it at that.
Mashiro would know and then burst into tears and it would all be too dramatic. Hiyori couldn’t have people think she was going soft.
Her eyes wavered once more, glancing at the monitors and fluids attached to her friend before slipping out. She would be okay. Once that had been asserted, Hiyori found herself caught by the captain of the fourth division. Shit. This wasn’t Unohana- but the former lieutenant.
Long legs like some sexy skyscraper and a very pretty face. Eugh… Hiyori cannot deal with girls like this. They made her feel ten times uglier than she really was.
Hiyori glances at Mashiro again. She would be so thrilled to see the gardens and to see Hiyori in so long but…
“Eh- she’ll be bouncin’ around and bothering Kensei again, no need for me ‘ta hang about,” Hiyori shrugs in a way that suggested she didn’t really care. Although, it was obvious to the pair of them she would be coming back again.
At least the care from the fourth division was always on point. Hiyori was living and breathing proof that the fourth division was amazing at what they did. And so… she could not help but be a little concerned. Not much. Just a teensy bit.
“Yer dropping on yer feet. Even I know healing kidou is the most draining kidou. I –” she blinks and then looks away. Isane looks almost embarrassed at having been caught. “I’m not tired. I don’t have a job like this.”
Hiyori’s life was relatively on easy mode now. No Aizen to worry about defeating. No life and death encounters with menos grande or creepy enemies. Just leisurely training sessions with Love and Hachi. Some little jobs in the world of the living she could do in her sleep. She was strong and fast so had a technical advantage over humans in their jobs.
“If yer havin’ a tea break, I’ll join ya. I need ‘ta ask… ya sommat as a captain. And- and as… as- well, let’s talk.”
jaegersol:
“You as stupid as you look, birdy? You clearly know I’m a demon, yet yer the one pickin’ a fight.”
Grimmjow scowls and hefts a second rock, intent on bringing her down to his level. Aerial combat is an ability beyond his own and he refuses to start at a disadvantage. “This is my mountain. Demon territory. You’re here to start a war, spirit, I will not show you any mercy. You and yer allies should know better than ta fuck with Demon Tribe.”
Hiyori squawked in agitation. Demons were always such a pain in the ass to deal with. For supposedly amazing spiritual beings, they were always behaving like territorial dogs and marking their territory with the irritable precision of a laser.
She swats the stupid rock away from her with a lazy gust of her wing, a fiery flag in the tree - but she had to be careful. He could just as easily pluck her feathers if she wasn’t too careful.
“I ain’t here ‘ta start a fuckin’ war! Do I look like I got any weapons on me?” She scoffed at him. God she was so tired of healing the mortals in the South and she just needed sleep. Her wings felt like lead.
“It’s a big mountain, can’t ya share it for a night? I’m honestly fuckin’ exhausted.”
transformingbricoleur:
@snugglytooth asked:
She always appears in his shop, like a stray cat that’s come back to rest after a little jaunt away. Her eyes are large and tremulous as she surveys him. It’s about time they talk to one another. Especially since she has more or less recovered from her devastating injury in the war. Now it’s all the other little injuries she faces. Of course, who to ask about this agony of missing their friends to a dimension than her old captain. “Kisuke… the first time Yoruichi left… how did ya bear it?” //
The months had passed since Aizen was sealed away. That resolution should have brought some meaure of peace, but Kisuke had not been finding that to be the case. For one thing, concern over Ichigo’s powerlessness nagged at him; not for his own sake so much, but for Ichigo’s… and what he suspected might be brewing. For another, though they had all received full pardons… he’d been somewhat puzzled at the choice of many of the others to return. It put a fine point on how each of them felt toward the organization of Soul Society.
He, too, had felt a certain… no, betrayal was far too strong a word; on reflection, he supposed he hadn’t been all that surprised upon learning who chose to return and who chose to stay. But it did not take away the sting of disappointment.
As for Yoruichi… she had only returned because he’d summoned her; and now that their work seemed done… there was no particular reason for her to stay. It would only a matter of time before she, too, would move on.
“I left her first…” The words escape his lips without further thought. He had no reason to hold back this truth, to refrain from accepting blame. He shook his head. “It was Tessai, not me, who even thought to ask what she would do, when I was more concerned with saving our skins…” Hiyori, of course, was included in that number. “I suppose I’ve never blamed her for avoiding further trouble. Nor have I felt I had a right to detain her longer than she wished, any time she did visit.” They were visits, that was all. This latest one had lasted half a year thus far, longer than most, and he’d counted that time a gift.
Hiyori had lived side-by-side, day-by-day with Shinji, Rose, Lisa, Kensei and Mashiro for a century.
“I wish I could offer more helpful counsel.” He shook his head, peering pensively from beneath his brim. “But I don’t believe our experiences compare at all.” A huff through his nostrils, as the corner of his lips twisted into a poignant smirk. “…Yet despite that… I’m sure I’ll miss him, too.”
Sleep tended to evade Hiyori on nights like these. She had considered herself very alone after her friends had set off for Soul Society once she had recovered. She could walk on her own now, without the help of the wall and her vitality was pulsing through her soul once more. If only she had been a little stronger… she could go out and fight again.
Of course, she had been given orders to not do anything strenuous considering her near-fatal injury in the winter war - - but was Hiyori going to listen to those idiots?
No.
Tch. It wasn’t like they were here, anyway. Buggered off to Soul Society to become shitty shinigami all over again. Leaving Hiyori. And leaving Kisuke, too.
She has wondered why he was not invited back. He wasn’t even a hollow. He was still a shinigami and still welcome in the court of pure souls. She blinks slowly at Kisuke, taking in the sight of his worried face. Who was he worrying about– ah. Ichigo. It must be their mutual young friend who had defeated Aizen at the cost of his powers.
She listens to his words, surprisingly silent and looks a bit sad for him. Kisuke was still blaming himself after all this time. For the hougyoku, for Yoruichi, for Tessai… for them. Hiyori had come here wanting to feel sorry for herself, but Kisuke always made her feel a little sorry for him, too.
He was such a bleeding heart.
“… Y’know- she chose ‘ta come with ya. She’s a good friend. You were thinkin’ of us-” she swallows, not trying to add that he had mostly been thinking of her. If it hadn’t been for Hiyori being his lieutenant, he would never have felt so responsible. She patted his knee awkwardly. “I guess… we should be grateful that we still got that. A choice.”
She huffs, tucking her knees up to her chin. She’s sulking and still angry with her friends. But talking to Kisuke does allow her to see from the others’ point of view. And besides, given the choice between living a life of purpose in Soul Society and bumming around aimlessly with her…?? She knew people like Shinji, Kensei and Rose would never choose that.
“Dumbass.”
“I never said I missed them.”
"Hey, you!" He hurls a rock, "get the FUCK outta my tree!" (Oni!Grimm coming in with the utmost respect and kindness)
The vermilion bird has been flying for days and at the sight of an inviting branch on a smokey blue mountain, has decided would be a good place to perch for a while. She is drained from all the people that had called out to her, a plague had hit in the South wing again and so, she was naturally there as a guide/healer. It took a lot of strength offering so many mortals just drops of her life span to heal them. She is exhausted.
So naturally, being hurled rocks at her perch on the tree has her jumping in outrage and leave scorchmarks on the bark.
“What?! Who– who said this was yer tree? It ain’t got yer name on it anywhere! Are ya pickin' a fight, demon?"
🎨 // @snugglytooth
@snugglytooth
From this ask meme - still accepting!
// This turned out beautifully imo? Like it's definitely not perfect and I wish that this looked like two blond people but the vibes? Immaculate. It looks like they're dancing together, and like they're really good at it. Also, the dance looks complicated and a little violent. These two have so many sharp edges between them, yaknow?
// Also lol I needed to use full names because the whole dang internet always defaults to NGE when "Shinji" is one of the inputs so that might be part of the problem here too?? Anywayyyyy
// this is really stunning! I love this sequence and it really does look they are dancing. Hahaha, they could’ve danced together in their long life in exile. It looks like a dreamy sequence. >w<
[01.08.2022, 09:23] just between you n me I'm glad we both made it another year. hapy birthday idiot. hang this weekend? (@iakes-on-amasakas)
She can't believe it comes to this now. He sent her a text. A birthday text... but still just a text message.
Hiyori knows he is busy. He is a captain and the mental and physical load of the lives of those shinigami being in his hands must be immense.
It is why, she hasn't been awful enough to wish him grievous bodily harm for not giving her a proper present.
Maybe she's becoming nicer. Or she just misses the best friend she's ever had in her life.
[Hage Shinji, 01.08.22, 09:29] Yeah yeah. Don't tell me yer out there cryin' yer eyes out? Pfff. Yeahhh- - see ya this weekend, baldy.
@iakes-on-amasakas
You were suspicious of their feelings because you had no reason to love yourself—not your body, not your mind. You rejected so much gentleness. What were you looking for?
Carmen Maria Machado, from In the Dream House: A Memoir
"You’re not so bad." (from the Enemies to Friends to Loves RP meme because why not).
"It's a mistake. Don't get close 'ta me. I still don't like shinigami!" Hiyori insisted with a scrunched up expression, even though she had been hovering like a bad smell all morning. She had heard that a friend of hers was recovering in the fourth division and instead of admitting that she might actually have a heart, she'd just sort of... hovered. Waited till her friend was out of danger and then left some peeled fruit by their bedside table.
Hiyori did have a heart somewhere underneath her layers of athletic jerseys... but she just didn't like being caught with wearing it on her sleeve.
She looked like she was about to object some more before turning away and then glanced over at Isane's kind face. She was such a pretty and tall woman with long legs. Hiyori was a bit jealous but she didn't voice it aloud.
"Also... ya look like ya haven't slept in days. Don't ya need a break too?"
@reservedhealer
「 RP MEME : ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS . 」 * change pronouns as needed.
ENEMIES :
‘ don’t act so coy. ’
‘ you! ’
‘ you don’t deserve them. ’
‘ you will never get away with this. ’
‘ i won’t rest until i find you again. ’
‘ how dare you pretend to be her friend. ’
‘ does she know the truth about you? ’
‘ how could you do this? ’
‘ this isn’t you. ’
‘ i will be the one who kills you. ’
TO FRIENDS :
‘ don’t act like you care. ’
‘ i never saw this coming. ’
‘ i’d call it an uneasy alliance if anything. ’
‘ you’re not so bad. ’
‘ i’m trying to trust you, but that’s going to take some time. ’
‘ just because we’re friends doesn’t mean i’m going any easier on you. ’
‘ i’m glad i have you now. ’
‘ try to keep up. ’
‘ so we’re cool now? ’
‘ don’t feel like you have to leave just because i got here. ’
TO LOVERS :
‘ we shouldn’t be doing this. ’
‘ we’ve come a long way, you and i. ’
‘ one more time? for old times’ sake. ’
‘ i want you. ’
‘ i don’t care about anything else. ’
‘ you’re the one for me. ’
‘ i can’t deny it anymore. ’
‘ come to me. ’
‘ i just wanted to let you know… ’
‘ please, stay. ’
labcoatsandcigarettes:
“Thank you, senior officer. Also these.”
Akon hands over two more vials and a clipboard, barely making eye contact. His right hand is furiously scribbling on a small notepad still sitting on the desk as he delicately moves the arm of the small figure in front of him, electrical pulses showing on the monitor in front of them.
“Fascinating…” he tuned back to her, his face unreadable. “Do you know what this means?”
"Oi!! What the fuck kinda response is that? Put yer heart into it! Don't sound like yer respectin' me at all! D'ya know what a lieutenant is? Haaah?"
It's fortunate for Akon that she can't wave her violent little fists about because of all the things she's got in her arms. She knows the amount of work that goes into these experiments and is holding on to them tightly, but still shooting him a look that promised him a world of pain. Akon, as usual, was more fascinated by the readings on his instruments than the blustering of his tiny lieutenant.
"It means ya might actually grow some eyebrows?" She snorts, then leans forward to glance at the pulses on the monitor. "What's this for? Another organ replacement service for shinigami? Seriously… Kisuke's damn experiments are getting outta hand. Pretty soon we'll all have a spare reiatsu suit somewhere with parts we can take on and off at will! The 11th division is gonna be even more reckless."
@labcoatsandcigarettes
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THE ‘COME AS YOU ARE’ FRIENDS.
Everyone knows I love the visored. I love their energy, I love their tenacity and of course, I love the found family trope.
But I’ve loved this new dynamic between them that allows them to live together for decades despite their opposing dynamics.
It’s because they are the types of friends that allow each other to be as uncensored and unedited as anyone can allow them to be.
They are the friends who can dress however they please. They are the types of friends who will be as loud around each other as they want, there is no notion that one of them is ‘too much’ or ‘not enough’ for each other. They can be as crazy, as uncensored, as weird, as wacky as they all are. They are each other’s safe place. They can explode in rage around each other. They can compose any number of their creative talents around one another. They can be as lazy as they want around one another. Don’t feel like doing anything? Great. They don’t mind if you are having a quiet day. If you are having a sad day, where smiling is difficult- it’s okay. If you are unsure and your life is messed up and you have no idea what is happening. It’s still okay. Come as you are. As your messy self. They will sit right beside you in that mess, probably pour you coffee or juice or put on a tune for you – and tell you it’s okay if nothing is figured out.
You never have to worry about your opinions being too much. You never have to worry about causing offence. You never have to walk on eggshells or censor your thoughts.
Come as you are.
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"Hold this for me, if you would please." (labcoatsandcigarettes)
"Why are ya askin' me, yer senior, 'ta hold yer stuff? Why don't ya get some minions 'ta help ya out?" And yet, she's automatically reached for the specimens he's doling out and expertly re-arranging them in her little arms. She is surprisingly gentle with the delicate glassware, mindful of the long hours that has gone into collecting specific data. Her voice might be full of complaints, but she is more helpful than she pretends to be.
@labcoatsandcigarettes