#0dyssee

[hiyori-sarugaki]

0dyssee started following you

*side eyes her tall gorgeous body* *glares* "I don't need that kid pervert or that four eyes with me to take ya-- I can kick that badass look right off yer body right now!"

[deusuprema]

@0dyssee replied 

she will go for his dick then :v u dont seem to need it anymore

   /she/  will need it 

[deusuprema]

"I wish more people were like you, ambitious unlike us," she began. "Accepting as it is despite we disagree with it. I cannot change this world, even if I wanted to, it does not lay in my power... but in yours. That reminds me, I never showed my gratitude towards you." Eyes closed, neatly sitting in her chair, the rest of the Espada had already left. "I having nothing to give you except of one thing, that you can count on me. For you, the others and your goal, I will sacrifice myself if needed."

  he listened to words and unraveled they structure,  bewildered for an instant by the attentive choice her phrasing highlighted;  ambitious,  ambitious  —  he spelled the mantra a couple of times,  inwardly appreciating the elegant manner in which it rolled onto his tongue and dripped solemnity upwards  /  to stain his palate and let it absorb a concept much better constructed.  naturally,  to practical instances  AMBITIOUS  was yet another proud term for  GREED.  perhaps the line was thinner than that,  and perhaps,  aizen sousuke was the only man capable of treading the wire that divided the virtuous ambitious and the avid sinners without it reaching a breaking point.  perhaps it was the opposite,  and he swam in the dense meddling point of both  —  like a conqueror,  both ambitious and greedy …  both god and man. 

  a sip of his steaming beverage was taken,  setting up an imagery of nonchalance as he continued her speech;  aizen found himself  enjoying  this.  how peculiar  —  the way she talked was calm,  collected enough to elicit curiosity  /  eloquent enough to as not to sound tedious.  it was the equilibrium she drew forth that convinced the lord to grant her a thorough response.   ❛   so you think that more ambitious people could bring what you long for  ?   ❜   it was a voice,  his,  that vibrated softly  —  seemingly humored,  without the need for mockery.  the way of thinking she armed herself with was naively sweet,  embroidered in delusional hope.  he was tempted to smile at her;  perhaps he did,  faintly,  because it amused him.   ❛   when there is an overflow of ambition,  do you what is bound to happen ?  the formation of an oligarchy.  for ambition cannot affect the totality of people,  but a considerable number of them,  yes.  that number will rule.  however,  stronger ones will stand out among the strong;  and those will take over.  the ambitious people that ruled up until them will become ordinary weaklings,  and the cycle will repeat.   ❜   

  his fiery gaze burned on her intensely,  as it was raised to embrace the sight of her sitting before him.  the casual atmosphere did not suit the heaviness of their dialogue,  but aizen soon resumed,  unperturbed   —  whilst finding himself a more comfortable position.   ❛   there are only three types of people,  harribel.  those who have ambition without the power to achieve it are dreamers,  helplessly bound to their weakness.  those who have power,  intellect,  and qualities to achieve something …  but not the ambition.   ❜   warm,  chocolate - brown hues got a glacial vein,  when only  one name  echoed steadily within his mind.   ❛   those are the most despicable.  then you have someone,  only one person in thousands of years,  that has both the power and the ambition.   THAT IS ME.   ❜

  a pause ventured inbetween her gratitude,  and her confession.  his smile of elevated victory was now  fully  shaped.   ❛   you can show me your gratitude by fulfilling your duties,  harribel.   ❜   a round sound remarked,  gritting against the back of his throat;  he dampened his lips one last time with the sip of tea that made its way down his mouth,  in concurrence with the reflexive lowering of his adam’s apple.  a due process before he’d give words a voice again.   ❛   you can become my sword and shield,  and my vanguard on the war that is to come.  you will have no greater honour,  tier,  than that of partaking in the reshaping of this world you dislike so.   ❜   the sum was uneven:  to think he would share his glory !    aizen sousuke,  though,  showed himself gentle.  he would give a look,  intense with ideals,  that told of his design   —  as if he entrusted her with them.  unlike starrk,  selfishly sentimental  /  and unlike barragan,  who saw naught but his shameful fall …   unlike her comrades,  she could see beyond.  gaze falling yet on her,  the god realized the last man standing would not be a  man.   ❛   i have great expectations for you.  i trust you will not disappoint me.   ❜   

  his eyes closed as well.  another perk of her,  she could enjoy the silence. 

[siilbern]

First I wanna say 'm happy that you made Jugram your muse, I mean not many dare to rp him and from what I have seen, even if it was just a little, cuz honestly I rarely bother to read other's threads, I LOVE IT. Especially your headcanons. (meanwhile harri and him got pretty eyelashes *coughs*)

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Thank you so much omggg that means a lot!!

also yes pretty eyelash squad 2kforever