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ALIAS. Usually Elsen, sometimes Dirt Spoon, occasionally Dad, LOL.

AGE. Ageless, immortal. (29)

ZODIAC. Cancer.

HEIGHT. 5'3. Yes I know I'm a manlet, lol.

HOBBIES. Video games, art, graphic design, gardening, taking way too many glamour shots of my cats.

FAVOURITE COLOUR. Blue, green, black, purple, and plenty more.

FAVOURITE BOOKS. Lord of the Rings, old Star Wars lore books, anything by Junji Ito.

LAST SONG. The Knocks - Tout le temps ft. YELLE (Epilepsy warning!)

LAST MOVIE. I can't remember the last movie I actually sat down and watched, lol.

LAST SHOW. Batman: The Animated Series.

RECENT READ. Fragments of Horror by Junji Ito.

TAGGED BY: The lovely, charming @kigakurutta!

TAGGING: @huntinghorizons, @lasextaespada, @akuyakv and you too!

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kigakurutta

A beginning for @dusty-gunslinger

Gin’s quarters deep below the surface were spartan: a room without windows or accoutrement. Hence his time was often spent among the expanse within his mind. A world where he gazed upon the vast sea and black sands from the towering rocks. Beneath the dark waters, he could venture as far as his memory and imagination pleased. In reality he would be found in a languid position with his back against one of the walls, his hand cupping his face while his elbow was propped upon a raised knee. Following his arrival, no longer did he perpetually display an ostentatious smile. Before the majority, he moved with a languorous quality which gradually would give the impression of one who had surrendered. A hollowed soul barely resembling the man he had been. However, this was in part a false impression.

When he felt the approach of another who was familiar to him, the old smile returned, and the eyes narrowed beyond perception. ❝A visitor I would not have expected. Particularly after such an eventful time.❞ Any visitor could perhaps be considered unusual, for Gin was not widely regarded as a man of fine repute.

❝It appears ya move about rather unimpeded. Have ya aligned yourself with this conglomeration of Shinigami? Quite a contrast to your previous affiliations,❞ he spoke with subtle dismissal, for Gin himself was not one to pay a great deal of consideration to the notion of loyalty.

dusty-gunslinger

Living in eventful times did not appear to have changed much about the former Primera Espada, his silver eyes as doleful as ever. Nor did he seem to have taken any interest in changing his attire, the otherworldly white of his garments—initially designed to accompany much paler surroundings—quite striking against the dim backdrop of the prison walls.

"Aligned..?" His sleepy gaze appeared mildly confused, flicking down to the floor before he closed his eyes and shook his head, a gloved hand finding its way into his perpetually tousled hair, fingers lazily carding through his dark locks- a familiar gesture. "Nothin’ so serious as that. But it’d still be a lie to say that I’m at any particular odds with the folks who've decided to tolerate my presence. Or my ongoing existence, for that matter.. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t expect they would approve of this social call."

He sighed, hands resting in his pockets. "I suppose it’s just curiosity now- an' not just for me. From what I understand, it seems we're in unprecedented times.." His tall, slim figure slumped a bit, his weariness over the whole bureaucratic state of affairs very apparent. "How tiresome."

He was silent for a moment, but the pause was heavy, as if he wasn't sure if he should even attempt to articulate what he was thinking. There were so many strange emotions twisting in the hollow of his chest where his heart ought to be as of late..

".. Is it odd..?" He started, slowly. "That I should be grateful to see you again?"

#// 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ( ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ. )#kigakurutta #be patient with him #he's doing his best lol #feelings are hard

siix-eyes

Beat & Motion - chapter 22

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wanderingmercenary

For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

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buthwhy

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Dualities + HC

Send a word and “+ HC” and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

Starrk was human at one point, but he has no direct memories from that time, and it's unlikely they will ever come back- and I don't think he really cares. The extent of his memory is relegated to very base things like taste, smell, touch etc. Some things may feel familiar to him, but he couldn't associate them with any direct recollections. Being that time functions differently in Hueco Mundo, at least for beings that are bound to that dimension, i.e. Hollows, it's kind of hard to say how old he actually is, especially since he doesn't even remember anything from his afterlife once he split his soul apart. I do think he was always "Starrk" though, and Lilynette is the offshoot who embodies his will to keep going.

Hollows are brutal and survivalist by nature. There’s very little room for kindness, compassion or friendship when it’s kill or be killed. Starrk has never had to worry about that though, so even though he may still possess the survival instincts that drive all Hollows, he’s consistently had the ability to ignore them in a way that weaker hollows can’t afford to. As a result he’s always seemed.. Uncannily human, and therefore rather out of place in Hueco Mundo. Ironically, being the most powerful hollow ever known to exist has made him an outcast rather than respected.

#// 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍.#huntinghorizons #two for the price of one ;^)

naughtyandnicerpmemes

send me a ✧ and my muse will bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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catchameme

Send a word and "+ HC" and I will write a headcanon for my muse based on the word(s) sent!

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paolo-streito-1264

Gus Bundy. Wild Horses, 1950.

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theeldo

Send me a ♗ and I’ll use my icon style to make an icon of your muse

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huntinghorizons

彡 continued | @dusty-gunslinger said;

The vaguely miserable look on his face attested to the idea that he had been unwillingly roused from whatever state of repose he had previously been enjoying. Steel grey eyes fluttered as Starrk examined the Sexta Espada from over his shoulder- perhaps a little curiously. It wasn't often that they crossed paths outside of the chamber to which they were occasionally called for Lord Aizen's counsel. Even less often did they speak directly. "It ain't nothin'." He sighed, pushing himself off of the pillar he had been leaning on, arms crossed as he turned to face Grimmjow. "Figure I could use a little walk anyway."

"Tch, looked like you were about to conk out for another nap." Grimmjow gave a dry, passive jab.

These corridors were remote enough that Grimmjow almost never crossed paths with another. Skittish rejects that stayed out of his way at most, not the Primera.

At least the old wolf wasn't about to crash right outside of his quarters.

Hands stayed at ease in his pockets as he approached. "Sure you didn't sleepwalk out here or somethin'?"

dusty-gunslinger

The unsubtle dig did not go unnoticed, but if Starrk cared at all, it certainly didn't show. Instead he yawned, lifting a hand to brush his messy hair out of his face. "Not that I know of."

But what does it matter to you? was the unspoken question. He eyed Grimmjow almost curiously, as if he wasn't quite sure what to make of him. He was loud, abrasive, arrogant, violent.. Everything Starrk was not. It was peculiar that Grimmjow would approach him at all- unless perhaps he simply felt so constricted within the walls of Lord Aizen's palace that boredom had driven him to any stimulation he could find.

"I suppose if I'd hazard a guess, as mayhem would seem to be your way- you're out here lookin' to cause trouble? 'Fraid I don't make good company for that. More Lilynette's thing than mine."

#huntinghorizons

"Surprised to see you awake. Did the kid kick ya outta hibernation?"

The vaguely miserable look on his face attested to the idea that he had been unwillingly roused from whatever state of repose he had previously been enjoying. Steel grey eyes fluttered as Starrk examined the Sexta Espada from over his shoulder- perhaps a little curiously. It wasn't often that they crossed paths outside of the chamber to which they were occasionally called for Lord Aizen's counsel. Even less often did they speak directly.

"It ain't nothin'." He sighed, pushing himself off of the pillar he had been leaning on, arms crossed as he turned to face Grimmjow. "Figure I could use a little walk anyway."

#// 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ( ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟs ᴏꜰ ʟᴀs ɴᴏᴄʜᴇs. )#huntinghorizons