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@wipeawaytheclouds-blog
//Like I’m working on drafts I really am but like... I look at all these writings that are eloquent with fancy layouts and prose-like words and then there’s Yao’s stuff that can basically be summed up as “This is a thing. It is a thing. Wow what a thing. Fluff words and padding.”
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also life is rough so i’m even more delayed on drafts
“Lord Aizen.” He announced quietly as he approached with the delicate tray, tea prepared in finely painted porcelain he could not see. He placed it on the table, then took the kettle and poured the tea with a startling accuracy. “Your tea is ready.”
He pulls back after placing the pot down, standing aside in waiting. It would seem like any other day, if his lips weren’t pressed in a thin line and brows furrowed slightly. To say he was discontent was a stretch, but he was disapproving.
help something is stuck in Yao’s mousewheel and now scrolling is mildly irritating. someone kill us
Don't ask me about my disability or my mortality, thanks.
Tousen Kaname, probably.
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“ Oi – Is it true what Aizen is saying about you? “
Hitsugaya, the well - identified child prodigy of this century; an intellectual genius who graduated from the academy within the course of his first year. However, despite those marvelous epithets, he was also inscribed as a young boy quite inefficient, he had a personality that was awkward, offensive, and unrefined in etiquette. – Forthright with his words and evidently unmindful of the inequality in standards between him and one of his elder officers, more so a superiority classed soldier.
He retained a wholesome curiosity, certainly, but it could unravel unnecessary quarrels if he was not more attended in whether he should or should not articulate a thought. – The third seat of tenth division accordingly inhales an intake of oxygen for a momentary second before proceeding with the inquiry he ought not to vocalize towards the unfortunate man.
“ Are you really visually impaired, Captain? “
Kaname prided himself on functioning on a level superior to others who could see, but it also made other doubt or simply unaware of his disability. Outside of his division, there would often be whispers that he wasn’t truly blind, if they even knew he was blind at all. But those who did would always wonder, and Kaname simply ignored it, like white noise. Such things have been like that from the beginning, since before the Gotei-13.
But of course, there would always be the one shinigami, once in a blue moon, that would walk up and ask.
He had felt the third seat’s approach, but had expected the boy to continue past. Instead he stopped, and only allowed the captain a moment to wonder before his question.
Kaname’s lips thinned slightly, though there was many a reason for it. Firstly, the question itself, while inevitable, made it no less irritating, and secondly, referring to Aizen so casually, which was more irritating than the actual question.
But simply the idea that Aizen was involved at all in this insipid inquiry was absolutely infuriating. In fact, no, the question itself was simply an annoyance; Aizen had clearly sent this young officer to annoy him and the blind swordsman did not appreciate this little game.
“I am. Though I must wonder why Captain Aizen was the one to inform you of such a thing.” He responded flatly, emphasis on Aizen’s title in hopes of stressing its importance. But then he reigned in his irritation, remembering that despite his strength, the third seat was just a child. A precocious child, but a child none the less. His tone changed to something a bit kinder rather than cold. “Hitsugaya, was it not? Is the idea so strange to you that you needed to ask so frankly?”
Characters can have barriers. Those carefully-constructed walls that are built deep inside their own heads, hiding certain parts of their being from others and even themselves. These barriers are not easy to break down. They need to be torn down, ripped apart, or – much more rarely – you need to ask for a glimpse. It is not easy to see through them. You will not immediately be the one exception to the rule; you’ll need to earn that title. Please keep this in mind.
“Mrrrp…” Ah yes, the sound of a sleeping child disturbed as a hand comes to rest against the downy fluff of his hair. He shifts, limbs moving to stretch as he stirs, and it’s only after a jaw creaking yawn works its way up from his chest that he even bothers to lazily blink open his purple eyes. The last figments of his dream, whatever it was, slip away into nothingness.
There is something of a smile on his lips as he runs his hands through the arrancar’s hair. As Wonderweiss drifted into consciousness, he scratched gently at his scalp before pulling his hand away.
“Wonderweiss,” He scolds, stern tone dampened by affection. “I’ve told you time and time again to stop sneaking into my room.” Though the child never quite sneaked anywhere as he simply meandered into where ever he pleased. He did not mind the other sleeping on his bed, of course, but at the moment Kaname wishes to rest. The day has been long, as it were, though the innocence(?) of the hollow helped his mood brighten.
If we ship something (or our characters otherwise have a very developed relationship romantic or not) know that I definitely want to talk about it. All the time. I am totally willing to talk headcanons, scenarios, do plotting, all of that– but I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy by bringing our muses’s relationship up. I just want to know that if I do talk about that sort of stuff with our characters that I don’t come off as annoying… Or seem like all that I’m thinking about is our ship. If you do let me know it’s okay to talk about it whenever, though, totally expect me to send you anything I think of when it comes to our muses relationship! There’d certainly be no shortage of things to talk about. I just want to make sure that you’re just as engaged in it as I am.
Aizen Sōsuke ; ⚖
the devil is not so black as he is painted but oh, he is painted a dark enough shade
It was fear and manipulation that lead Kaname to Aizen’s service. Sōsuke had power beyond measure, enough ability to erase Kaname Tousen without a trace and get away with it fully. It was only Kaname himself who could pierce through the illusions of Kyōka Suigetsu. Is it not natural, then, that he followed in fear of his life?
But slowly, eventually... It changed.
Perhaps it was getting to know and understand him better, or as well as it is possible to understand a man like reflecting water, but eventually Kaname began to respect him rather than his power.
He started to truly believe in Aizen’s way, perhaps mostly due to believing his victory a forgone conclusion (and it almost was). With Aizen’s victory, he could change the very Soul Society he despised for the better. With that victory, justice could truly be put in place, no longer corrupted by cruel power and nobility.
But most importantly... He was following Aizen out of willing loyalty, rather than force. Perhaps it could be blamed on Stockholm, but it is more than likely he had an insight into something beyond Aizen’s collected and unfathomable image, due to the very same reasons Kaname had been a threat to Kyōka Suigetsu’s power- His piercing insight.
He considers Aizen a comrade and a peer, though not quite an equal. He is aware of how Aizen is very much above him, but knows the other enough that he freely speaks against him should he disapprove, a far difference from their relationship at the start. He sees Aizen, what he is, and... Accepts it. He is not a man, not a god, but perhaps easier to think of as a simple aspect of nature; the sun rises without fail, the storm rages as it does, and Aizen Sōsuke is the power that changes everything, with or without you.
However, he does not think of him as a friend. Oh, never a friend, only a man to follow to victory. For all he knows of Aizen’s nature, he leaves it be, and has simply no interest in any companionship.
Aizen Sōsuke is the king, and he the vassal who advises. And that is how it should be.
the devil can cite scripture for his purpose but better the devil you know than the devil you don’t
Community Project Idea ?
Hey... Just a thought because I’m a very, very new blog and probably have no right to do so, but... It came to me like a vision of justice!
I have an idea for a community project?
Seireitei Communications
Special Issue Edition!
Various blogs choose to write an article about... Well, anything out of the ordinary. Maybe there could be an overall theme, or maybe each one reveals like... Advice or special insights or something.
Like Byakuya’s hair care secrets and tips, or Nanao’s 12 ways to punch a captain in the dick so he can do his work, just something not the usual articles!
It can be random, it can be silly, it can make sense or be a real consideration of something, like a fan theory or insight! And then its all compiled together into a post or series of posts- Maybe a master post to be the ‘Magazine Issue’?
Continuity, faction and living status doesn’t matter, and maybe if there’s enough variety we could have duplicate characters?
Idk. Thoughts? Ideas? ....Anything?
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“Taichou…” There’s a mix of emotions at the thought. He’s always revered his mentor as some kind of being above such displays, but… could it be possible that Tousen does carry something special for his lieutenant? Surely he must, for neither Ichimaru nor Aizen had brought a subordinate to this dark place. They are all that they have: each other.
Cautiously, Shuuhei takes a step closer to his captain. He senses no lie, no trick in the question… and surely Tousen wouldn’t lie to him about something like this?
“…yes. I… I would be honored.”
It had been an ordeal for him, surely, betraying Soul Society, the only home he had ever known, to follow him here. It was this loyalty that Kaname adored in Shuuhei, among other things.
He smiles softly at Shuuhei’s hesitance, as he knew it was not one of disrespect but wanting disbelief, proven further by the words that slipped out.
How sweet.
His hands reach up for his face carefully, cautiously to make sure he did not hurt him with an accidental misplacement of fingers. He could sense reiatsu and the general body of others to a frightening degree, understand the shape of another’s soul easily, but it was difficult to tell where parts of the face were. It was for this reason he rarely reached for another’s visage, fearing a clumsy mistake that would lead to embarassment.
Though he is certain, now, if he did, Shuuhei would not mind. The thought is... Liberating, in a way.
Holding his subordinate’s face in his hands, he pulls him a bit lower, Kaname himself rising somewhat on his toes to reach up with his lips on Shuuhei’s forehead. It is brief and gentle, a firm press that pulls away as soon as it comes.
“You honor me, Shuuhei.” He says, truly meaning it. It is Shuuhei’s companionship in this den of hollows that allows Tousen to have faith that justice can be done. That justice was not meaningless.
And to quell whatever words Shuuhei would say, or, amusingly, his not so hidden disappointment, Tousen settled on his heels again and placed an even gentler kiss to his lips. It was soft and chaste, and he smiled into it before pulling away.
“Thank you.”
Kaname Tousen + Text Posts
So far the day had been rather uneventful. There were no hollows, nothing to take care of. It was a rather relaxing day and for that, Ichigo was thankful. As much as he liked protecting people, sometimes he really needed a break.
He’d been on his way home from school, on his usual route, when he suddenly felt a familiar spiritual pressure.
Tousen.
He should have known better than to think that this day could go by without anything happening. What was he doing here? In a cafe of all places?
He supposed there was only one way to fight. There was no way he was going to let him get away with whatever he wanted, so he had no choice but to confront him.
Making his way into the cafe, Ichigo wordlessly moved to the table to sit down in front of him, lifting amber eyes to glare at Kaname. “What do you want?”
Ah, he did not cause a fuss. Excellent, it meant the boy was not as much a fool as the others.
Kaname quietly chewed on the tapioca bubbles that came up his straw, though less for the sake of breaking them down as it was simply to ruminate and make the other wait.
“Nothing particularly important.” He answered, and it was true, though somewhat evasive. He’s been around Aizen for too long, clearly. He could feel the other’s glare, heated and accusing, but he was used to such gazes and was unmoved.
“What is it about Soul Society that you seek to protect?” He asks, perhaps the best way to sum up his many questions. It all came down to that, didn’t it? Kurosaki protected Soul Society, believing it was good. It was ironic that this child of twisted properties would choose to protect the side that would not fail to turn on him upon learning exactly what he was, and what he was made up of.
But then again, Ichigo did not know either. He almost wanted to tell him the truth of the matter, but refrained. He wasn’t a fool.
So he returned his lips to the straw and sipped the bubble tea.
❤ : Describe a physical action that shows complete trust.
Leaning on someone.
Tousen is proud to stand on his own feet, having navigated through his life on his own after she died, having carried himself and depending on himself far more than others.
But he is a heavy person [figuratively], and he does not like letting others carry that weight, along with both the dislike of relying on others and the natural distrust from his sight being absent. To lean on someone is to let them carry some of his weight; to lean on someone is to allow himself to not stand ready but instead show weakness.
It generally means that he can rest, but he rarely does.
am i dramatic yes is it justified also yes
He patiently waited, sitting at the coffee table as Tousen prepared the tea. It felt a little awkward being here with the 9th Captain alone but if this is what it took to learn more about the other then Izuru was willing to put up with any uncomfortableness that would ensue.
“Yes, sir. Though he was leagues ahead of me” He nodded, waiting just a little longer before finally pouring the tea, and serving Tousen a cup. “Hisagi was in charge of our group when we went to the world of the living….honestly its thanks to him and Captains Aizen and Ichimaru that any of us are alive. We actually didn’t become good friends until after the academy” He smiled softly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble. Thank you so much for the tea, it smells incredible. Would you like something to go in your tea?” He asks, pouring himself a cup before setting the kettle down. Looking around the office, he couldnt help but inwardly chuckle. You can see the influence Shuuhei had with the random items from the world of the living. In all honestly, he thought the kettle was neat, he’d have to see if he could get one for his own Captain.
Ah yes.
That.
He remembered that night well. That was yet another plot of Aizen’s, one he had not quite understood. He had taken Shuuhei under his wing then, and had only mild interest in the boy at the time. He had to wonder what prompted him at the time, though perhaps he had the foresight to see that those students would become useful to them... Barring Abarai, of course.
“You did not ramble.” Tousen informed frankly, though not unkindly. “I do not mind if you speak, lieutenant. Captains Aizen and Ichimaru aside, Shuuhei speaks of this event a bit differently. He swears that you, Hinamori and Abarai saved him instead, staying behind as the rest fled. It is rarer than you would think to find one with the resolution to do the right thing.”
He sipped his tea, finding the bitter taste refreshing. Western teas were interesting, a recent taste he acquired through both Aizen’s preferences and his Lieutenant’s excursions from the World of the Living. He ought to try replacing some of his tea based recipes with western equivalents. The Recipe for Justice series might do with an foreign twist from time to time.
“No, I do not need anything, thank you.” He declined, somewhat pleased at the tension leaving the lieutenant’s reiatsu some. Good. He smiled softly. “Allow me to thank you for returning to save Shuuhei. Though it is unfortunate blood had been spilled, you have minimized the damage and lives taken with your decision. You seem to have a just heart, and I am happy to know my lieutenant is in good hands.”
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