#mozoushakami

[pathtothemissing]

@mozoushakami​ has followed you

“WOW mister You’re SUPER tall.”

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✌//UvU //

i made a lot of attempts at pretty aesthetic things, but some how this is what my brain produced in the end

[gamyuza]

@mozoushakami​​ asked from The Song of Achilles  {Sentence Starters} :

“There is no law that gods must be fair.”

          Despite the brevity of his response, Lord Aizen’s sentiments were clear as they were concise; cuttingly so, as if he were admonishing a mere child rather than his Tres Espada. Had Nelliel lacked the logic to persuade him otherwise, in her vocal objection toward his decision? Had she somehow erred in her delivery?

          Though her gaze shifted elsewhere from the throne, her head did not bow quite yet; a discreet and necessary display of rare defiance as she pressed. His order... she simply could not willingly and obediently follow it, when her reason could not allow her to do so. Perhaps that was her folly, but she did not mind the sacrifice of behaving foolishly in order to remain loyal to the forest rather than a single tree.

          “.. Even so, my Lord,” Nelliel began her reiteration and counterargument, retaining her aloof manner of speaking regardless of the strength of her resolve that kept her voice firm as to not waver before the king, so as to persuade him. “Searching for Vasto Lorde among the colonies of hollows.. Such is a mission that my capabilities are more than sufficient to carry out, without the need to expend other resources.”

          Her head lifted, to meet the calculating eyes of the shinigami that ruled this domain. “... To send Nnoitra would be contradictory to your objective.” And a bloodbath, knowing the beastly Octava. “I must request of you to allow solely myself to carry out this wish of yours, Lord Aizen.” 

[forgottensoulreaper]

@mozoushakami​

“What do you want from me? I’m not the shinenju anymore, and nothing you can say is going to make me join your side. You’re just wasting both of our time.”

[deivorous]

Starter || For: @mozoushakami​

Grimmjow fled the healing tent as soon as he could regain his feet. Like fuck was he going to stick around with all the shinigami while he’s weak. So what that Nelliel was there? He doesn’t trust her either.

He came here to get his fight from Kurosaki, not play ally with a bunch of weakling pissheads.

He stumbles slides gracefully down the rock and jumps to the next piece of debris, climbing up and over the boulders of shattered palace, hunting after Kurosaki’s reiatsu. Or. he thinks it’s Kurosaki’s. It’s hard to tell. The whole palace is so swamped with different reiatsu’s and the very stone itself has its own thrum of underlying power. It’s nothing like Hueco Mundo with it’s vast emptiness, and the cacophony of scents and tastes is confusing him.

He pauses at the apex of another pile of debris, one hand bracing agaisnt part of a still standing wall while he catches his breath. His whole right side - the side most coated in poison - feels oddly numb and slow, but it doesn’t convince him to turn back.

Not that he could at this point, for when he looks down into the next valley between the ruins he meets the gaze of a man he’s never thought he’d see again.

“Aizen.” The name falls from his lips in a hushed whisper, and he blinks. Hard. As if such an act would dispel the mirage.

But the shinigami remains where he’s seated, blood covered and battered, and Grimmjow is drawn down into the gully like a moth to a flame.

[akxnabides]

@mozoushakami​

“I think you might be confused, sir. Neither my Captain nor Urahara Kisuke are here at the moment. Coincidentally, I’ve only had to smoke a pack and a half of cigarettes today. Imagine that.”

“But feel free to wait until they show up, I suppose. After all you did just bypass my security measures like they were nothing...”

[hiyorisarugaki]

"Do you have any ideas of what kind of gifts that Hirako-taichou would like for his birthday?" //tbtp verse ^^//

The little lieutenant, who was currently, definitely, certainly not here to deliver a present to the guy with a face that was flatter than a tortilla, was now caught! Right in the act of hurling a very embarrassing present to the captain's office. Along with a hoard of perfumed shinigami. Geez, Shinji and his girlfriends. It was nice to have a distraction. And even nicer to see someone calm and reasonable - even if he was a bit of a stickler for the rules.

"Yo, Sosuke. Ya still ain't got yer captain a present? Ya gonna get demoted at this rate," she teased him. But she was also secretly proud that he was asking for her opinion. She supposed it was because she was Shinji's best friend despite fracturing his elbow in three separate places.

"Well it depends on yer budget. Did Shinji give ya a raise? Ya seem 'ta wanna be in his good books..unlike that stingy monger, Kisuke!" Hiyori pulled a face at the mention of her captain. Despite her always complaining about him, she never failed to do stupid tasks he set out. "So, the baldy is vain about his swooshy long mane. If ya get him any haircare products, he'll love it. But he's also not into anything too flashy. Get him sommat subtle but effective. He's poncy like that. Don't think he'll mind anything practical either, like some zanpakuto servicing kit. Though that costs money that only the nobles have got. Uhh... he also likes modern things from the world of the living. So any new gadgets, he'll be amused with that for a bit.. but really, don't sweat it. Shinji just wants 'ta be spoiled on his day. He's nice enough 'ta be happy with anything he gets."

[despairforme]

     The Espada in general had a lot of respect for Aizen. Nnoitra’s feelings towards him were rooted in gratitude rather than respect. Overall, Nnoitra had a much harder time conjuring the feeling of gratefulness compared to respect, so this wasn’t really a negative thing. Nnoitra knew that the other Espada respected Aizen mostly because they were AFRAID of him. Afraid of his powers. Of his strength that seemed to be so far apart from their own. Nnoitra didn’t fear strength. He was not afraid of Aizen, because he wanted to die. Humiliation frightened him, yeah, but wasn’t it MORE humiliating to BOW to a Shinigami? Nnoitra was never going to believe in what Aizen was doing. In fact, the whole reason why he had wanted to follow him in the first place was because Aizen was giving him EVERYTHING he ever wanted. He had given him power beyond what Nnoitra could’ve ever imagined. In addition, Aizen had given him a PATH. A road that would end with death. Nnoitra truly believed that Aizen’s so-called plan would end with all of the Espada dying. Why wouldn’t it? The plan was insane. Not to mention that Aizen was a Shinigami. Shinigami didn’t give a shit about Hollow. If Aizen was going to build a NEW Soul Society... Why the FUCK did anyone think there would be a place for Hollow in a ‘ perfect world ‘? It was almost funny to think the other Arrancar believed in that shit. Nnoitra had never really had a clear path before in his life. He had just fought for the sake of fighting - for the sake of dying. Now that someone was ACTUALLY showing him a way that would lead to certain death? Yeah, of course he was going to follow that.

      Aizen seemed amused, as per usual, where he sat up on his throne. Nnoitra had to look up at him. He wasn’t so stupid that he thought the other would ACTUALLY value his advice, but - it wasn’t going to hurt to give him some. He doubted anyone had told him just how stupid his plan was. ❝ I could give ya some advice ‘bout yer whole plan. ❞ Nnoitra said, one hand in his pocket and the other loosely holding onto Santa Teresa. He was not afraid that the Shinigami would attack him for his words. ❝ ‘Cause, ya know - it’s gonna get us ALL killed. ❞ / @mozoushakami​ ,, continued .