#kokuuo

[oorigamii]

@kokuuo

“How would you feel about raising foxes on that farm of yours?”

Their fur is a favorite of hers...

[scientific-method]

kokuuo

:-)c

[kenpxchi]

@kokuuo​

   He’s never really been to the Soul Palace before. While the others were doing their training up there, he was in a fight to the death with Unohana. Still, he’s a bit curious. Especially after Renji told him about the food they had up there. Now, in the wake of Yhwach’s destruction, he’s got a chance to talk to Squad Zero as the Soul Society begins its journey of recovery.

“...i don’t think i ever met you while you were a captain. what’s yer name?”

[oorigamii]

sb: I could use a snack... Shutara: pulls a gronola bar out of the Secret Arm Compartments™ Kirio: pulls 27 rice balls out of her pockets

[oorigamii]

@kokuuo

Down, down, downwards they trekked, the staircase without any end as the cavern swallowed them whole. “Watch yourself” she drawled, taking extra care on the three hundredth and forty-seven step. It was higher than the rest, meant to trip up any prisoners that ( hypothetically ) managed to escape. Thus far it hadn’t seen any use. The criminals dragged down here never saw the surface again.

That is, unless Kirio ‘chose’ them. Shutara cast a backwards glance at her colleague, something like amusement dancing upon her lips. Their little arrangement started almost a year ago. They tried their best to keep things subtle, of course, but it wasn’t as if it was a particularly well kept secret. The Head Captain had yet to object, so every few months she brought the Twelfth Division’s Captain down into the depths of the Maggot’s Nest, allowed her to pick subjects for her various experiments. No doubt they’d perish within a few weeks. But if they died in the pursuit of knowledge, it was more use than they would ever serve rotting away in the darkness.

Steady drops of moisture from the stalactites overhead kept pace with their steps. Senjumaru counted each one, looking up expectantly as a dot of light appeared below them, growing brighter with each passing second. A dull thud filled the air as her okobo landed on packed earth, rather than stone, and she gazed upon the prison’s gate. Guards to either side of them bowed. The weaver offered them an idle wave of her hand in acknowledgement, breezing past into the largest of the holding areas. Brutes of all shapes and sizes lingered, their bodies tensing when they sensed the presence of their true warden. Shutara turned her back to the gathered rabble – almost DARING them to try something. Her day had been so dreadfully dull.

“…They’re all yours.”

[henjiin]

♠ – A squeezing hug

— TYPES OF HUGS;

She wasted no time in squeezing the taller woman back as well, her cheek squishing against her mother-type figure. “Hiki-sannn! I missed you. You should let me treat you to tea and dango!” She looked up at her and grinned.

[vulgaritist-blog]

kokuuo

: ) !

..... I don’t miss ya.. y’know..

[scientific-method]

kokuuo 

:-/

“Go -- away.”