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" gee, ya look tired. haven't been sleepin' well? "

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄𝐃, with heavy, dark circles under her eyes, before sighing and shaking her head.  ❝ Can't hide anything from you, huh… Hirako-taichō…? ❞  Then, she flinched. ❝ Did you go to the barber yesterday? Your hair is short. ❞

Let’s play

What the Fuck is Up With That?

The rules of the game are simple: call out something you noticed about my muse—be it in a past RP, in their background description, or in a ramble post about them—and ask me to elaborate (i.e. gush) by asking “What the fuck is up with that?”

“ Your eyes have seen more death than life. ” (Aya @ momo... She's always open to vent to!)

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑.  That voice; it belonged to Hirako-taichō's sister.  ❝ Oh, you have NO IDEA. ❞ 

For but a moment, the MASK that Momo Hinamori so carefully cultivated since the War, SLIPPED. Not that she'd notice it; for if she did, she never would have allowed Ayame-san to catch even a GLIMPSE of the horrors the Lieutenant had witnessed.  

“ I am all the things you hate. ” (Shinji please leave Momo alone.... ah. Shinji @ Momo. I'm sorry)

❝ What do you mean, Hirako-taichō? ❞

Momo's voice had a certain EDGE to it. She didn't quite understand what prompted the Captain's question; did he speak of his failures in the War, or did he perhaps. . . No. No. This wasn't part of the plan. She'd always been careful, she'd—  

❝ I am not a SINNER nor a SAINT — I am a woman, self-possessed. ❞

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. So Taichō didn't find her out, that's a relief. 

❝ I'll be honest, it does get downright infuriating at times to pick up the mountains and mountains of paperwork you leave behind… ❞

❝ That said, ‘hate’ is a strong word. There are very FEW things I hate, Hirako-taichō, and you aren't one of those things. ❞  Momo felt quite proud of herself, dodging that question in a believable manner. She only hoped that Taichō would believe it.

Everything You Hate~ (cont'd from here) || @fushichoumomo || Shinji & Momo

"Y'know, lazy bastard tha' don' like t' do his work… an' shirks it." A lot. Actually he was going to do that soon as he had something to do in the world of the living that had nothing to do with being Captain of the Fifth… Because of course he did. He had plans to go out drinking with the Captain of the Third.

Though he was... noting the tone of her voice, "Sum'in up?"

❝ Still as nonchalant as ever, are we? — I suppose the war didn't phase you much. ❞  

❝ Aizen-taichō. . . ❞

    ❝ It took me an unbearably long time to realise — one's worth is defined by one's CONVICTION; as well as the necessary STRENGTH to act on it. ❞  

❝ Hostility. . .? ❞

    ❝ Aizen-taichō. . . It's pointless to shy away from danger — especially since it always ends up finding me, no matter what. ❞  

❝ Still as nonchalant as ever, are we? — I suppose the war didn't phase you much. ❞  

Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me

tell my muse what your muse thinks of mine on anon! Anything goes!

bonus points if you leave little hints

“I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.”

— Margaret Atwood

The phoenix remained unmoved in the otherworldly presence of the daemon; alas, her twitching fingers betrayed her struggle not to crumble to the reality of his dense, overbearing reiatsu. A pregnant pause hung in the air as Momo Hinamori took note of her surroundings — here, there was no blood, no mortal struggle, no death; only absolute peace and serenity.  She chuckled.  ❝ Something about you. . . reminds me of HIM; the way you carefully pace each word, the way your reiatsu feels, the way your pleasantness hides an ever-present THREAT, much like a venus fly trap that lures in its prey. ❞

❝ It's quite nostalgic. ❞

❝ You. You are an interesting one. ❞ — she says; this is bound to be interesting.

[ UNPROMPTED ASKS | ALWAYS ACCEPTING ! ]

@fushichoumomo

Oh, dear--something about her energy is so distant and familiar. As if from a fleeting day dream. Hardly even a dream's worth of recollective memoryy... The daemon was, after all, not as present in sentience last he cared to glimpse at the notoriety of her reiatsu. Energy is his first language, so to speak. Life energy.

But the flesh cast vessel simply hums to himself for the first moment of noting her presence properly. His otherworldly eyes are just as overwhelming in gaze as his abysmal reiatsu is in its very unpredictable, ever-present nature. "Me~?" The Hōgyoku echoes appropriately, a smooth smile curling the corners of his lips. "Am I interesting? I do wonder why that could be, shinigami. You'll tell me, won't you?"

@agonisdei || cont. from here.

The corners of the Lieutenant's mouth twitched. Of course he would evade her question, providing her with an “answer” that was — much like the “self” that he'd projected onto the world for decades, centuries — an ILLUSION.

❝ I take it you're speaking from experience, then, ❞ she concluded, her tone airy and soft.  Her eyes, those same eyes that once gazed upon the former Captain with such reverence, had long since lost their lustre; although they weren't quite RED, they'd been marred by the endless slaughter they had witnessed all the same.  A lone flaming feather danced in the Lieutenant's hand. ❝ Perhaps you too had been robbed of the luxury of ignorance when you'd first grasped upon the same horrible truths that permeate the fabric of the Three Realms as I have been. . . the Wandenreich; the crimes perpetuated by the high nobility. . . ❞ And right on cue, the feather flickered out.