This Is What LX Has To Deal With Every Day:

scrolled through Twitter and saw a flash of white hair and black clothes and instantly thought it was gojo but it was gaku sakamoto days.... I am persistently haunted by the ghost of an old love

PSYCHO-PASS 10th MEMORIAL NOTE

long time no see, my son

mother?

chat, my cousin keeps bringing up my ex during family reunions, do i hit on his crush y/n

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.

❝  when there is greed, there is hope.  ❞ ( from manami <3 )

‘ men who live by the waterfall cease to hear it, ever heard of that phrase? ’ is what he offers, fingers idly skimming through the pages.

the monthly statements are a formality, mostly managed internally. numbers tell no lies — numbers are exact, constant, always true to what they represent, unlike the humans that arrange them in fine paper and leather folders. suguru gives a last glance at the paper and turns his attention back to her, ‘perhaps i’ve got playing the pious deity to these monkeys down to a fine art so well that i no longer hear them complaining about their diminishing shares. ’

the view outside is painted in dull oranges, perfectly content with being swallowed by the quick-spilling dark of the night. there’s always been a mean air about her, too. as if cut by the same razor, their sharp edges complemented each other in funny ways. the carpet snaps shut in his hand, back pressed lightly against the windowsill.

‘ well, diminishing is too generous. they weren’t getting any more than what they deserved as creatures at the bottom of the food chain. scavengers like them did always make for greedy little things, and this cult is run precisely because their ambitious bellies are filled with misguided faith. so on. ’

‘ it’s rare for you to point it out in that way, however. ’ suguru’s gaze is bold and unflinching, peering up from beneath the veil of dark bangs and shadowed by the setting sun. it’s in that moment that all truth is stripped bare, he thinks, because the otherworldliness of the room pushes him further into honest curiosity: ‘ am i thinking too much, manami? ’

@koseigu

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gojo turning off limitless for one second exclusively to boop everyone

❛  this is the choice — this is the point of no return.  ❜ / grimm to ulqui

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

words are too abstract for reprimand. ulquiorra sees no fault in honesty, however quaint. what drives his senses into alert is the prospect of a fight: grimmjow isn’t the type of creature that will sit and obey, not without a baseless display of strength and the back row of teeth clenched and ready to bite authority. that is the charm of carnivorous species, their mouths are made for mauling.

though his voice attracts ulquiorra’s attention, bringing his steps to a halt, there’s little else to tempt him into wasting more time than necessary to hear an explanation.

‘ so you say. ’ patterns are obvious. bait is dangled in the shape of a discussion, perhaps he wants to divert ulquiorra’s focus elsewhere, using provocation. very well, two can play this game. ‘ or are you implying desertion? neither lord aizen or i have any interest in wayward soldiers. ’ 

cowardice is too direct, and he still hasn’t gotten the answer he wants to hear yet. grimmjow can’t hide truths for too long. the other espada have since scattered, each to their own section of the palace, so the only remaining figures in the hall are the two of them, separated only by the empty space and a couple of steps that, if his temper were any similar to grimmjow’s, he would’ve crossed the bridge moments ago. he’s more manageable when hungry, not like this.

ulquiorra eyes him once more, unsure what to make of this talk, ‘ for argument’s sake, let us believe there is a choice. what is your intent? i had assumed fighting was your main drive. you’re unpredictable as always. ’

thinking about how 80% of Gojo's character is intrinsically connected to Geto's, you can't separate one from the other without taking away something fundamental. Teacher Gojo exists because of Geto, his speech manner is as it is now because of Geto's reprimanding, his only weakness is Geto, all his nightmares always take him back to that place 10 years ago, he killed the higher ups with Geto in mind expecting to catch up to him. It's always Geto.

Suguru. Suguru. Suguru.