Beel Dump

THE SPECIAL GRADES

thinking about how aizen makes it seem like a complex thing that he "looks down" on everyone but when you boil down everything that he's said and done all that he really means is that he's alone. his character shares this detail with gojo and makima, the feeling of isolation that comes with the crushing weight of power that goes beyond your peers' understanding, perfectly summarized by "the night beyond the tricornered window" quote:

"…for instance, the flower is beautiful. but if you don't know the words flower and beautiful, not only will you not be able to see beauty, you can't even see the flower."

it's nearly impossible for him to properly form a bond with someone who's not even able to see him, not past him, not his power, not his reiatsu. to him the soul society existed in a reality that restricted him, a system to which he was only tolerable so long as he submitted to its rules, but once he paced close to the boundaries he's handled as a threat.

i don't think there's really any "redeemable" part about him because redemption comes with change, change is not stagnant and although he is restrained his nature can't really be changed. it's like asking a snake to cut its fangs so it can live among mice. there's no real belonging in there.

it's only among those of close-range strength to his that he might come to feel like he's among equals, the illusion of companionship and isn't that ironic? that the zanpakuto, shaped from his soul and very core, is able to shift the reality as we know it with our senses?

anyway i just think that no matter what there'll always be a divide bewteen him and others not from conscious action but the natural rejection to that which doesn't care to understand you.

@cursedfell

My Dark Disquite

Psycho-Pass

❛  why is it secret? what have we to hide?  ❜ / jazz hands, gin to aizen.

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. // @chipen

a smile, ‘ it’s unlike you to reflect on such thoughts. ’

then, a pause.

secret is too simple, too vague. hiding is rash, leaves out too many openings for the mind, and isn’t it such a dangerous weapon, a man’s assumptions? it captivates him more than it sets the alarms, so he makes a show of considering it, head tilted up and eyes scanning the wide expanse of the night sky. 

‘ nothing at all, gin. precaution would be more accurate. there’s a timing for everything — every step, however little, serves its purpose. picture it as a round of shogi: pieces ought not to be used for anything else but what the rules have them predestined to do. ’ that said, his right hand reaches for the piece on the board, holds it between two fingers and examines its edges, worn out and slightly yellowed with time, each turn to emphasize his words as he continues, his voice serene, ‘ …they are the pieces. as for us… ’

sousuke places the rook back on the board with a tud. his attention returns to gin, sitting on the opposite side of the table, haloed by the lamp light and its golden gleam. his fingers lingered there for a moment. how ironic, that he revels in all the pleasure that the inadvertent misery of his comrades offers, letting it seep down into his core.

‘ are the pieces aware that they are being moved around? they aren’t. we are the players, gin. it’s not a secret nor are we hiding. unawareness isn’t equal to deception. does that answer your question? ’

be careful who you call friends... or your cousin that looks like he was your twin...

@12reset

“ I’m sorry. I couldn’t keep my promise. I wanted to go into a line of work where I could protect people. That’s why I became a detective. But Makishima changed everything. That man will continue to kill people. And yet, the law can’t judge him. As long as I’m a detective, I can’t touch him. This case made me aware… that the law can’t protect people.” - shinya kougami.​

Happy Birthday, Selle! ♦

lrb

that's honestly how i feel too, sometimes i've read more in-character approaches of a character in pwp fics than in whatever threads nonshipping fans make on twitt dot com. what matters to me at the end of the day is how the characters are written in the dynamic, probably my only turn-off in regards shipping is when a character who is fundamentally broken, has a wrapped perception of society or human relationships, is written as romantic and like a dream boyfriend/girlfriend because that's not who they are. but when the character's method for love and their response to being loved is approached like in canon, with all the visceral disgust, or the obsessive patterns, or the self-sabotage... now we're talking. shipping can be an extension of character study and everything depends on the writer *shrug*

darker vibes

❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜

❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

❛ you are my salvation. ❜

❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜

❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜

❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜

❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜

❛ fucking hit me already. ❜

❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

❛ fix me. ❜

❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜

❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜

❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜

❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜

❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜

❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜

❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜

❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜

❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜

❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜

❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜

❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜

❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜

❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜

❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜

❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜

❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜

❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜

❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜

❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜

❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜

please don't text him back look at me you're not like this

SUGURUUUUUUUUUUUU