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And another one. (I'm on vacation, guys, and I'm bored).
“Therapist? I have Szayelaporro.”
@fornicaras He must have lost track of the time again, he didn’t quite remember the last time he had been outside his laboratory. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure if it had been days or months. The passion and life that had filled him then was all but gone now, and not even working on projects aroused any interest in him. He sat at his desk, his eyes glazing over the written notes he had left for himself about prospects just failed to thrill him.
He had heard him come by every now and then. He couldn’t understand why he hesitated to let Grimmjow in. Was he afraid of letting him see him like this? He wasn’t truly unkempt. And, if he truly wanted to, he could put on a nice smile. But the truth of the matter was that Grimmjow deserved better than that.
But now, the words jabbed at him like a knife. He pried himself from his desk and wandered over to the door. His hand lingered over the handle, a moment’s hesitation, before he opened the door.
“ Come in. ”
That wasn’t expected. Like every day prior, Grimmjow accepted that this door would never budge. That the Szayelaporro he broke out of that Soul Reaper’s lab was just a leftover husk. A fragment of a man he used to know and...well he dared not to think about finishing that thought if it meant little to nothing now.
“Why the hell are you ignoring me?” Emotions where worn on the Sexta’s sleeves, if he was aggravated then it became quite obvious in his tone of voice. His grievances where wielded like a claymore--swung haphazardly at times.
Then he looked the other arrancar over, scowl softened into a sympathetic frown. After what happened with the quincies and his time spent mulling over his thoughts alone in Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow began to slowly fill that void. The part of his humanity that he presumed to be null. Something still nagged at him--a heart? When he looked at Szyael’s disheveled hair, empty gaze and lethargic movements that ‘heart’ began to feel something. Pain.
He acted on impulse, wrapping his arms around him solidly. Finger’s combing through pink locks of hair.
“Stop ignoring me. I hate it.”
haha what if i sent renji x byakuya,,, what would u do.. would u be mad? haha what if
Send me a ship and I’ll rate it from a scale of 1-10 and tell you my thoughts about it
“My lieutenant?” His eyebrow twitches. “How absurd would that be? Be it as it may--he is the only one who puts up with my enlightened sense of humor, stays by my bedside when I am injured, fights for my honor, brings me my lunch everyday, asks about my day, talks about deep intimate feelings that are not to be discussed or acknowledged outside of my study, named my bonsai plant, cleans the dust off of my desk, attends all of my calligraphy classes...” The captian begins to name off several more domestic traits shared between them. “...but that does NOT entail that we have that kind of relationship.”
@fornicaras answered your ask
Grimmjow shrugs a shoulder and digs a pinky into his ear. “Just thought you should know. I would definitely rip your guts out and wear them. Maybe a scarf or something.”
SEND ME “HC” + A WORD AND I’LL WRITE A HEADCANON ABOUT IT RE: MY CHARACTER
❥ @fornicaras said: HC+ music. tell me about her MUSIC TASTES.
Meninas is a bit of an omnivore! She doesn’t really mind listening to shock rock (thanks Giselle), butt rock (thanks Candice), or 100 gecs (thanks Liltotto) — because her preferences are pretty broadly defined. She tends to like high energy music and songs that are interesting or melodic to the ear, not necessarily counting lyrics as a factor unless they happen to grab her.
If asked, she will present herself as favoring pop as a genre, fitting in with the façade others tend to perceive as her genuine self (...though, most people tend to make comments about the likelihood of elevator music playing in her head at any given moment). That said, she can and will listen to just about anything if it’s interesting enough. She won’t shy away from metal blaring in the background, and can sing along to 80s hits (and according to @bazz-b , she does this pretty nicely!) without a problem.
I have a fairly comprehensive playlist for her here, if you’d like! With the way I’ve characterized Meninas, it’s a bit tricky to settle on particular genres or anything. As a general rule of thumb, I tend to settle on pop for aesthetic purposes, but there’s a fair number of aggressive/angry songs or particular sets of lyrics I’ve got on there that don’t necessarily fit that set genre. I WISH MY ANSWER WAS MORE INTERESTING, but I also think her not having a specific taste in something like music taste (which can sometimes be incredibly personal) also fits the way I’ve characterized how she sees herself.
@fornicaras / liked for a starter!
The doors to her cell (Aizen could dress her circumstances in all the splendor the desolate wastes of Hueco Mundo had to offer —it remained a CELL for her imprisonment) creaked open, stone scraping against the ground; an eerie sort of heraldry.
“Who are you?” she asked, unease souring her stomach, “What do you want?”
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💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? Well first off, Giselle fully acknowledges that gender roles are bullshit and she knows that first hand from her stupid parents trying to impart that those toxic teachings onto her from a young age which she had to actively reject those teachings and those forced upon gender roles.
Lets just say Giselle plays mainly by her own rules and her own standards for what being a woman should be. Femininity and all the complex rules and intricacies that come with her gender identity are all things she had to learn on her own, and by essentially abandoning that toxic mindset of: ‘Well I can’t dress like this or do this because this might make people see me more like that--’ she’s come to a point where instead of making herself suffer to appease others and their vision of what she should be, she just now relishes in her own personal beauty and confidence in her gender. She really couldn’t care less what others have to say about her ‘creepiness’ or how she presents because it’s all down to how she feels and what she feels is happy! Even if some people and certain interpretations of Sternritters like to think that those outdated gender roles and sexist attitudes would prevail in the Wandenreich, Giselle would clock the first bastard who dared to spout any bullshit about being above her because they were ‘a man’ and therefore better than her. Like that bullshit doesn’t make any sense with the Sternritters and it’s honestly baffling that people still have this view but whatever, I digress, Giselle is a happy and thriving trans woman and will happily murder the first dude who dared tried to approach her with any sexist bullshit.
🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? Before the Sternritter, Giselle isn’t all that much concerned about changing the entire world or the people within it as she more, interested, lets say in trying to see how much chaos and pain she can cause in just existing as one person. Which is a fair amount unsurprisingly!
When she joined the Sternritter it wasn’t because she wanted to like, change the world and make the quincys number one supreme, but rather because she wanted the immense power that was promised to her and to have a purpose again. And after she leaves, she doesn’t want to change the world or do anything to it to make it particularly better or worse, but to just exist invisible within it in relative peace.