Bittersweet Symphony

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[humblemartyr]

Goodbye.

▐ ¦༺ ❄ ༻¦ ▌

              So you all have noticed how I never returned here after like 6-9 months-ish/a year? Idk and I never said anything about it (unless you continued with me on my journey with other accounts), well. This is it. This is your message to those who are on/off and still follow this dead account.

              I figured this was going to be a dead end and it was. Therefore, I’m going to make this short and say that I’ll put this account on permanent HIATUS (until notice, of course, unless Julie decides to fucking come back lol) because I just can’t deactivate. I have way too many memories in this account and I wish not to delete it. I’m not fixing my blog (like ew look at the theme it’s so broken now with all the updates passing), I am no longer even reading Bleach (GOMENS RL HAS CAUGHT ME), etc. 

              However, I will be more than happy for those who still are in the bleach fandom to roleplay with them on my following active accounts:

Ahri & Original Character

              If you have any questions as to why I’m leaving or why I left or w/e, proceed to ask me on either one or my own personal account. Orihime will always be a part of me. You guys will too. And I’m sorry I couldn’t continue this account. 

              See you guys next time!

[humblemartyr]

[frostquexn-moved-blog]

[ ——❅;; If you guys wish to see my Orihime cosplay for this Saturday’s Comic Con,                                       here’s the link to my personal.                    There are a lot so I directed you to the cosplay tag!!                                                  You just have to scroll down and crap.

        Please, I need creative criticism comments.                           So if you have anything to say—say it.                                           My anonymous is always open! ]

[ulquiora]

[humblemartyr]

Bleach 589: The best of Kurosaki Ichigo

[mxmoru]

          Hides again. 

[humblemartyr]

                      "...Guess he's not really home.                                         I'll leave the presents and cake with Yuzu-chan,                                                                                  or even Karin-chan or Kurosaki-san.                                    I'm sure they'll make it t Kurosaki-kun."

[mxmoru]

          “————I’m not here right now;                                        please leave a message                                                     after the beep.” Obnoxious beeping noise. 

[humblemartyr]

      "--That sounded awfully a lot like Kurosaki-kun.                                    And he doesn't have a recording voice...                 I also feel his Reiatsu right across me."                                                           Perhaps she should try calling him once more.

                                                               "--Kurosaki-kun!"

[mxmoru]

          Ducks away and hides because it’s his birthday.

[humblemartyr]

           "--Ku-ro-sa-ki-kuuuuuuuun!!                                            Oi, Kurosaki-kuuuuun.~"

[t-o-k-i-d-o-k-i]

[hungupskates]

He was on the look for candy. He had no money, nothing really to his name. Just his knife, that was about it. A frown graced upon pale lips. He saw a boy with ice cream a few moments ago, maybe he had thrown it into the dumpster already!! With blood dripping from his face from a previous killing fight, Hachi made his way to that said alley where the dumpster hid, hoping he would find something good in there. Taking someones life over food wasn’t what he wanted to do right now, he wasn’t that     d e s p e r a t e.  And he lifted himself to go inside, but finding nothing, he childishly waved his arms, as they were hidden in the overgrown sleeves of his robe. And then, a look to the side.  Someone was standing there at the entrance of the alleyway, and so, the man waved— 

[humblemartyr]

    "--Maybe I should share some with Sado-kun or Ishida-kun this weekend...                                                 There's just too many this time!              And Kurosaki-kun said he did not want excessive amounts of bread..."

     Checking her quite large tray filled with different kinds of bread, Orihime walked around for what it seemed to be a small walk. It was indeed quite the amount of bread she carried thanks to her boss--something she dearly cherished. Many said those were just leftovers--bread that nobody wanted that day at the bakery service.

                                                    But for her, these valued a lot.                                                                 A day's lunch, even.         Considering that the female was a barrel with no end when it came to food.

    "...But Kurosaki-kun also called them leftovers. So I might take away some pieces this time for insulting these quality bre--"

    Inoue was not the type of intrude into other people's business unless it involved her friends and their safety. But on this case, her peripheral vision could not resist to advert her ashen hues towards the situation, ceasing the speech she was giving to herself about the organic topic and giving her the act of staring.

                                                What was exactly happening?

    She observed how an individual scattered across garbage in search for something--food most likely. Which whom made the auburn girl frown for a couple of seconds before running towards the scene, making an appearance.

                "--W-Wait, please!                             You shouldn't do that! That food isn't edible if it's on the garbage!"

    She shouted as she proceeded to lift a piece of bread with her doll-like, delicate hands--handing it to him with a warm smile, ignoring the fact of some blood spilled on his face for now.

                                      "--Here, this should be way better than trash."

[humblemartyr]

✻ Inhumanitatem.

                   Most of the time, new faces didn't really mean good news--                                       or at least that's what she thought.

         Then again, who was she to judge?                Nobody was bad through her eyes at first sight.

                      Unless their physique looked quite suspicious, of course.

      "--H-Hiyori-chan surely had grown a tad taller, dyed her hair and tanned herself...                                       Was it really a good vacation, eh?"                                                      So much for speaking her thought out loud.

[humblemartyr]

✻ ChevalierxNoir.

       "--Kurosaki-kun?"

                The expression "curiosity killed the cat" applied to this particular individual.                              Then again, if it were to be used right on the spot--                                                                  might as well complete it.

      ...But satisfaction brought it back.

[xeffugit]

                           The injured girl is barely conscious enough to realize what is happening, which may very well be for the best.  She’s seen many strange things in her travels, but hairpins and fairies are naught things she might have connected and would likely merely freak her out — hardly a good state for someone with a wound in the center of their chest.              She does note the barrier, however — and the fact that she is slowly beginning to feel less like she is dying.  Blue orbs flutter open as she stares at the girl before her, smiling faintly simply because that is what she does; when she is hurting or others are concerned, she smiles.  To deceive others.  To deceive herself.                                          Despite her insistence she not move, she heaves herself up to sit, groaning in pain.  Gratitude is pushed aside to instead, momentarily, focus on wonder.  Awe.                       “How are you — doing this?”

[humblemartyr]

            The 100 pennies question:                          How was she doing this type of... "Sorcery" as many referred it to?

    Ashen orbs inverted only to stare at the other female, blankly; her mind loading briefly as she thought how exactly could she respond. She herself did not truly understand the originality of her powers. She was considered an abnormal human -- different -- although many did not know the existence of such a supernatural force.

    "I-I--" She stuttered for what it seemed to be a couple of times before one of her pale, doll-like hands reached her temple and scratch it softly; another warm smile pasted on her rosy face.

    Lying would be a bad idea; this girl seemed as innocent as she did. She did not look mysterious and much less look like she'd cause any harm. Then again, through Inoue's eyes everybody was good--some just made mistakes. But with reality set up front--she knew she meant no harm.

                 For her,                          she was just another innocent human.                                       Someone who was at bad place at a wrong time.

    Which reminded her the curiosity that exalted upon hearing the cry for help.

                "--Say... Before I explain any of your questions, I must ask,                                                                                               who or what did this?"

[ulquiorr4-deactivated20150823]

[cpthitsugaya-deactivated2014072]

—— ;; ; 「 ❅ 」

        Drawing in a sharp breath between clenched teeth, Hitsugaya holds a moment before exhaling. His layabout second-in-command is the one he is cross with, not this other young woman. Not this girl, who as far as he is concerned, does no wrong. So,  once he is calmed (or, as he can manage), he speaks with a leveled voice. “Did she say where she might be going?”

        To some pub was his first guess, to shop with money she did not have was his second, to cause some sort of havoc he would have to jail her out of was almost always a sure bet. 

        “Or when she would be returning?”

        The tense crease in his brow eases, his expression softening. “At the very least, I’d like to know if she’s coming back at all.”

[humblemartyr]

    Lying would be a bad idea considering that she was a bad liar and people who spot it right away. Not to mention, as much as it didn't physically look like--he was a captain. Meaning that among other Shinigami roaming in Soul Society; he was one of the strongest. And also carried a lot of work--doubled without the lieutenant by his side.

      "Eh--" But then again, she had no idea how to respond to the frustrated male. She was helpless on this one for she did not know where the wanted woman was. Inoue chuckled nervously and scratched her head softly, thinking of possible places she could be, but nothing. The girl was too innocent to even picture Rangiku drunken in some public place.

      "M-Maybe she went grocery shopping?" Obviously not her if that was the case.

[akahiro]

Orihime Inoue || Bleach 586

[nakurawari]

[theconflictedhuntress-archive-d]

And I promise, I will never                     ever                              ever let them { h u r t } you.