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Things we shouldn’t say

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He felt his stomach twist in a knot at the thought of seeing Szayel in person. He could never do this…he barely had the strength to type words let alone speak them aloud.

[Text] I cant. Please. Don’t make me.

[Text] You’re too good for someone like me. I’m

[Text] I’m scared Szayel

Szayel sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall.

[txt] I know you’re scared. [txt] I think we’re both scared. [txt] But we both know that’s not true.

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in making a case for bad habits

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⊪ It was a Friday.

Shūhei knew it was a Friday, because by the time shift had ended that day, only he and one other remained in the office. He could have left an hour earlier, truthfully, having finished his- and Mashiro’s- paperwork long before the end of the day. But he was waiting for someone.

This particular someone, he knew, would be as punctual with his work as Shūhei was, and likely put up a fight if forced to leave before the day had actually ended. He did somehow appreciate his friend’s dedication to work, even if he knew that was sugarcoating it.

Pushing his chair out from his desk, Shūhei stood, and thanked the remaining seated officer in the room for their hard work. He brought the last of the finished paperwork that had been sitting on his desk and placed it in a box outside of his Captain’s office, and proceeded out the nearest exit from the division.

The trip from Ninth to Third had become a customary thing to Shūhei, having done it nearly once a week since Izuru had made vice captain. He didn’t know when it had stopped feeling like a long walk, but then again, Shūhei was hardly thinking about the walk today. He had spent a week nearly waist deep in paper work, and he desired nothing more than to drink it away with his blond friend.

Izuru hopefully would still be in Third’s offices, but Shūhei was prepared to look for him. Sliding open the door, he leaned against the frame and stuck his head in.

“Izuru! There is a bottle or two of sake with our names on it out there somewhere. Let’s get a move on.”

#badhabits-thread #shūhei+izuru-thread #hoki-sa-reta #//idk why the title is so long im just goin with it

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💙=Complimenting them.

Jushiro smiled brightly as he heard what the lieutenant had to say, not quite sure what he’d done to deserve such high praise, but not wanting to dismiss the other man's kindness either after he’d taken the time to speak.

“Thank you, lieutenant, you’re far too kind”

#Hoki-sa-reta #rp response #action meme

@hoki-sa-reta Cont’d from X

Likewise it was not unusual for the captain to be up late at night, although at that hour he was usually still in his office taking care of paperwork. Thankfully he had been blessed with a little luck and had gotten done earlier than he normally would have, but... he didn’t feel like heading home for bed just yet. His mind was restless as always an soon he found himself wandering along without any particular destination at all.

After some time, a head of blond hair had appeared in the distance and Toshiro flash stepped ahead so that he could talk to him. It wasn’t often he got the chance to speak with Izuru after all, and he was bored anyway so a little conversation couldn’t hurt.

“I got my work done early but I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk.” He replied, hands tucked into the sleeves of his shihakusho. “You should get some rest soon though, Kira. If you don’t mind me commenting, you always seem to be quite tired when I see you, some rest would do you good.”

#hoki-sa-reta #{I see Tosh is continuing his habit of sneaking up on people x3}#{hello!}

[txt-clingy]

[txt]: You know it was nice when I took a nap this morning. Your bed was still warm from you.

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He frowned, noting that Szayel looked as though he wouldn’t be budging from his bed any time soon. If he was going to be a new, temporary, addition, Izuru needed to understand what the Espada truly wanted with him.

“That is when one is most vulnerable…..many do not care about being rude if the one they are being rude towards is dead. In my opinion we have no reason to kill you if you behave. You are not beasts who mindlessly feed on the innocent…. even then we hope to cleanse your soul”

Leaning against the wall, Izuru folded his arms while keeping a close eye on his ‘guest’

“You still haven’t told me what you gain….or what you want from me”

“Yes, in your opinion that is true. But it’s generally not what is done in practice. Your schools know nothing of the truth of hollows. Not our culture. Not our structure. No understanding, even when it would behoove you to know things about us. Only extermination...”

He sighed.

“And your techniques aren’t very good at that. Perhaps a captain or a lieutenant like yourself can fight above the lowest, most mindless levels of us, which we don’t even trifle with...but what do you really have to offer the low rank-and-file but certain death?”

He grinned, flashing eyeteeth.

“You know, it makes me wonder if your Central 46 actually wants these men to die, rather than to pursue truth. Fear keeps them in power. Power over you shinigami, power over those who cannot help themselves in the Rukongai, as it certainly isn’t power over hollows.”

The next line didn’t make much sense to him.

“Oh your konso rituals? Pointless. When we eat it does not destroy the soul balance, no more than you eating an animal’s meat. And I am a hellbound soul. If you “cleanse” me, you undo any good I’ve done in this life, any redemption I could have hoped to have. All my potential is wiped out...and that great loss is on your hands. As a human...with no power physically, mentally, spiritually...not everyone has the luxury of living a “good” life, especially if they wish to taste greatness.”

His gaze went flat at the repeated sentiment.

“I haven’t slept in weeks. I can survive for many more like this...but it’s still uncomfortable. I want relief.”

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Work of Art

@hoki-sa-reta (here we go)

Szayel passed the money to the Art dealer, pleased with the purchase. He wasn’t much for collecting pieces, unlike most vampires, but from time to time collectors wishing to gain influence would visit his home, pedaling the best of the best, hoping that just maybe a man as influential as Szayel would buy their wares. Normally he turned down the merchandise, but this time, he couldn’t help but be taken with the young man presented to him.

He was a rarity among humans now, blond hair that fell in front of his face. He had blue eyes too, rarely seen in the common stock, prized by collectors. As far as he could tell, he didn’t possess the aloof and cocky demeanor he saw in most Art, and that sparked his curiosity. If he didn’t like him, he could return him in a week minus a small fee, but something about him caught Szayel’s eye.

Price paid, the dealer left and they were both left alone in the study.

Szayel approached the man, who seemed a bit uncertain at changing hands to an unknown buyer, but that was the fate of all Art, so he had to expect it.

“I understand that you are new to this lifestyle. Am I correct in assuming that this is the first household you are being assigned to?”

He reached out a hand, brushing it down the side of his face, cupping his chin so that he looked directly up at him.

“What name have they given you?” he asked. “I am Szayelaporro Granz, Lord of these lands, though I share rulership with my older brother. You may call me Szayel within the confines of these walls, otherwise you will refer to me as Lord Granz if you accompany me into the outside world.”

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