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(WAXES SHINJI'S EYEBROWS AGGRESSIVELY)

AGGRESSIVELY WAXES AIZEN'S EYEBROWS BACK FASTER.

#deicada #you are a SICK man aizen #luckily you can't see my eyebrows anyway #you? on the other hand.. ? goodlucl

i am not ruined … I AM RUINATION. // ind. sel. & priv. sousuke aizen from tite kubo’s bleach — scripted by isadora.

#man. i guess i might as well.#the bitch is back.#deicada #✶ ` / self promo.#bleach rp

roast aizen do it DO IT

Bruh. Anime villain with a god complex number 868457522. You say the word Keikaku so much that Light Yagami lookin at you like you got a problem. Your bankai is reading the fucking script of the manga because how else would your convoluted plan even come close to working. Shove the hogyoku in your chest like you some Tony Stark lookin motherfucker. Butterfly in the sky lookin motherfucker. We reading rainbow now bitch. I’d tell you to sit down but you already got a seat. Taken the fuck out by NaNaNa Najahkoop, the most appalling caricature of black people I’ve ever seen, and a joke character. Even if you succeeded in your plan, the world of the living and dead would have spilled over into each other and annihilated themselves. Metallica up in here, King Nothing lookin headass. Where your crown.

#;; shitposting #deicada

kissing a visibly upset joseph might not be exactly the best idea, and it could definitely go wrong in an ample number of ways ... but he does it nonetheless. whatever reaction he gets, it will work to get his mind off of his fears, his memories ... out of stem, for whatever parts of it seem to remain there.

headaches come at full force, remnants of a time spent in a dirtied asylum of one’s mind. outside stem, the pain is more real : it stings, throbs, aches. the absent of ruvik’s voice is replaced by agony. ( yet, joseph can still hear the echoes of his voice. ) his head pounded, and he’s short of breath. near hyperventilating. admittedly, had it not been for his company, he would have fallen to his knees, hands raised to the sky in sheer agony, praying to a god he didn’t even believe in. but the facade of strength motivated him to stand tall and only grasp at his head, the place where all the pain originated. wood beneath the soles of his feet felt like sand, like he could sink into the floor. the ceiling was spinning. but he did all that he could to stand on his feet.

the distraction fails to protect him from the intrusion of personal space. when lips pressed against his skin, joseph recedes. but it took a second, the soft press of the other’s lips, warm flesh against cold, a welcomed gesture. for just a second. but, ultimately, he moves away. separate himself, as he always did, from the criminal. ex - detective, untrustworthy of another human’s touch after all that’s happened, it would be obvious that he would recede and spit venom. ❝ —– wh - what’re you doing? ❞ he steps back once. twice. this closeness reminded him of months of the past, when he sat at the edge of a hospital bed, talking with the other, scheming. where it all began. when this all began. ❝ why would you do that? ❞ at least the kiss proved to be useful, after all … the headaches were now pushed aside, replaced by the sting of another’s lips.

#m : asks / / from his desk.#deicada

This land is as cold and dark as the man before her, but the disgraced noble cannot bring herself to care much for the analogy. Instead she frowns, keeping the hell away from him so as not to give him a chance. Not to give him an opening to further eviscerate her life; he’d already done a damned good job the first time around.

“I don’t think I’d ever actually hated anyone before you, you know?” There is clear contempt to those words, ugly in the way she offers them as if they are some kind of sickness to her. Perhaps they are, perhaps this man is akin to a plague to Yoruichi Shihoin. Certainly it would be a justified comparison.

@deicada

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