市丸 ギン

Sa ya think coming ta the snake is da wisest idea? Well is ya death. -Independent Gin Ichimaru RP Blog-

[anguinum]

No. There were no apologies.

White and black fabric rustled as strong steps were taken to reenter the society, a place he thought he would never see again. It mattered not whether he did or not. What did he have to come back to? He only sneered to himself at this thought, stopping his steps for only but a moment. A laugh escaped his firmly pressed grin. The mask that always seemed to be placed was upon him as he continued his journey to his division.

Even though there was nothing there but other members, he found himself entering with an air of near relief. He found himself a spot beneath the persimmons, reaching his slender fingers up toward them. He almost appeared careless which was the usual for the captain of the third division.

[kvngxs-deactivated20140118]

abusive plots;

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Please like/reblog if you’re fine with abusive, kidnapping, torturous, generally triggering plots. I need some people to para with so yeah. Thanks.

[anguinum]

Writing.

Staring at what had been the beginnings of a poem, the silver haired snake leaned back in his chair with a sigh. Concentrating was hard with nothing but silence in his office. He crumpled up a few other pieces of paper before sliding back his chair, not caring that it had fallen to the floor with a thud that echoed against the walls.

He took what he had written, though it wasn't much, and he thought it sounded awful. With only a few simple steps, he set the paper on the desk that had been collecting dust despite his efforts to keep it clean. Only one glance back was all he took before leaving his office for another walk. His mind had been buzzing with thoughts, one including if the poem would be seen by who it was intended for.

To My Bird

Young were we when eyes first met A daring prankster A quiet learner Our eyes crossed and I was swept

Your blond beauty has captured me Entwine me in a snare I can not break Sometimes I wish I had taken heed For now my body only seems to quake

Yearning for you Leaves a hole in my heart One that only you can fix

Come back to me.

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...

[anguinum]

To Smile or Not To Smile

Think of it as, To Be or Not To Be?

Do you know the real meaning behind those questions?

To question one's own existence and to possibly snuff it out is a hard question to answer. So rather, the snake asks if he should keep on smiling despite being pulled into a hole that he had been trying to crawl out of for sometime.

What was left to wait for him when he got out? How could he keep smiling even if there was nothing left for him?

Somehow the Snake has found reason to exist still, to continue with pushing his lips into a smile.

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... So would anyone like to rp?

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Maybe I should've waited til later in the day to announce my break from my hiatus....

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Hey

So I know it's been a while..and I should've put a hiatus notice up... But I'm back....

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Gomen Nasai.

As I am sure you guys have notice for those who still follow me...

I haven't been quite active...

I am just struggling with Gin's muse as of late, it is like he has left me on a temporary vacation or something and I feel absolutely horrible because I know there are roleplays I was doing with some of you....or was supposed to do.

I feel like a horrible rp partner... -sigh-

Well I am posting this to say I am going to try to get Gin back by the end of this week and I am sorry once again.

I love you guys... I hope you can forgive me.

[sexypneumothorax]

the only thing worse than your otp dying

is half of your otp dying

[theshadowsblackestheart-blog]

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[misoradorval-deactivated2018121]

Raise your hand if you're a bad mun who loves to torture your muse

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leave me a ( ^ ▽ ^ )ﾉ in my ask if

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[skeletonwithabowtie]

Please Reblog if your muse isn't just 'the character I write as', but is someone who is there with you.

[silverinthedark]

[vicariousphotographer]

"I Like The View."

*He let out an unmanly noise, a girly scream, and immediately covered himself with a towel* 

G-Gin!! Get out! I was taking a shower!! 

[anguinum]

He chuckled a bit as he watched Henry react. " I can't admire such a 'andsome man?"

[anguinum]

" Course it likes ta find me, it loves ta make ma life mar difficult." He stated back with a simple wave of his hand. " ‘owever, I could use a partner in crime taday, if ya aren’t ta busy being a responsible shinigami."

[ichimaruyoichi]

Yoichi grinned a bit before chuckling; reaching over and patting his father’s shoulder. “I’m always busy, but…” He paused for a moment before perking up. “I can give ya a hand t’day,” He grinned more.

[anguinum]

His lips seemed to curl into more of a devil's grin as he looked at his son's hand upon his shoulder. A fierce laugh escaped his lips as he took his wrist and stepped back. " Wonderful, den I almost feel bad fa e'erone 'ere taday."

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☤

They told him he had a visitor, told him to behave and try to draw out Gin. They simply continued walking around the room with his body slightly swaying a bit with each step. However his voice soon came into the room and his cruel smiling face looked toward the window where Henry stood.

He began to make his way over before placing his hands on the window.

" ‘enry, oh ‘enry, ‘ow sa good ta see ya. Ya know I am feeling better but day said I need ta be in ‘ere. Said I killed alot o’ people. Can’t I come out ‘enry? I’m a good little fox. I promise~"

[vicariousphotographer]

It has only been a few days since that visit. Henry didn’t know if he should visit again or not but now that he thinks about it, he should. It was slightly off for him to not see his best friend, even if he had killed a bunch of people. How come Henry has never seen the pattern before? The killings only started at the end of the year and they were sporadic so it wasn’t anything to be worried about really.

And they were always people who out doing no good. But as the year went by, he should have noticed how they were people who were innocent and didn’t deserve to be killed. Henry sighed softly and scratched at his head. How strange. Henry had just finished writing the last sentence in his journal and he closed it. He looked at the clock, noting that it was only three hours before visiting hours were done. He had to go see Gin quickly if he wanted to have a chat with him. 

As he walked towards the asylum, Henry remembered that he would send letters to Gin. The letters were those of encouragement and even a few pictures of himself to Gin. Henry wasn’t at all narcissistic but he’d come to realize that his own presence somewhat calmed the silver haired man. So what better was he to calm him down by sending a few pictures? Besides, Henry had work that requires him to be out and about so he didn’t have time to actually be there. 

Which was pretty stupid, if you ask him. 

[anguinum]

Each hour went by differently with the workers of the Asylum finding Gin acting entirely different than the previous hour. It was as if he was a completely diferent person other than himself. There were even times that his room would be entirely ruined with various objects broken, or he had attempted to bruise himself up. However, with each time a letter came in the silver haired man took the time to sit down and simply read, as well as reread the letter over a good few times.

Those were the times he seemed most himself, pushing away the voices in his head and tried to regain control.