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[ryusxnka]

#Ryusxnka; An Independent & Semi - Selective  Hitsugaya Toushiro  Roleplay blog  from  the  Series  Bleach. -- Eight + Years of development. --  Able  to  offer one -- liners to multi-Paragraphs. -- Open  to  Mutuals. -- Contains Multiverses. -- Slow at replying -- Chairmen of the  Aizen Hate brigade. Welcome  to my blog, I’m  Caleb. 25+ & Non-Binary. --  A Vast  Hitsugaya   Advocate. --  And a sensitive dumbass. If you sexualize Toushiro, you'r e not welcome here. Go the fuck away. Thanks. Laws.

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 Hcs Tunes Verses

[huboaris]

"That so...?" He's not sure he quite gets it. His own senses are highly tuned, even to things some others can't sense, but right here, right now? Other than the odor wafting off of him and the strange new chill in the air that seems to be coming off of the other boy... kind of nothing.

But he'd die before admitting such a thing a second time, so he's just gonna go along with it.

"Right! Of course! Tell 'em to bring it on!"

[ryusxnka]

T heir discourteous obliviousness towards the deceased was not something he'd regard as agreeable to his attending gaze. Yet it was an anticipated response from an individual whose upbringing was conducted by woodland creatures. " -- You wish to cross swords with them? You have no respect for the dead, do you? " His features hardened whilst he articulated, exhibiting a stringency that depicted his militaristic standing. " Very well. " He reaches over his shoulder to unhesitatingly grasp the hilt of his stationary armament and gingerly unsheathes it into a state of opposition, its glimmering tip purposefully pointed towards the gravel beneath their feet. " Don't hold back. " And as expeditiously as a blink of an eye, he swings his Odashi horizontally, its steel length protruding and discharging a torrent of glacial water at Inosuke's legs, before instantly changing into Ice, freezing the adolescent solidifyingly into place." I'm a Shinigami, after all. ---- One of these spirits. "

[ryusxnka-moved]

metamorphesque​ :

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[ryusxnka]

HITSUGAYA TOUSHIRO -- 『 DON'T BLEACH MY FIST 1 』

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@abyssslayer

H e treads out of Starbucks, countenance depicting cantankerous features, inkling that the vocal exchange within had not been satisfactory, with two beverages seized firmly in each palm's custody. ------ He approached the man and shoved one of them against their chest to be accepted, albeit gingerly, not carrying with him the intent to effect a spillage between them and consequently besmear the latter's habilliment with caffeinated residue; these were not as cheap as some claimed. He peers up, frowning.

" Here, try an iced coffee. ------ It'll wake you up and keep you cool at the same time. "

[ryusxnka]

Toshiro was the first character I adored since I was little and I adore your portrayal of my first ever favorite character keep being amazing🩵🩵🩵🩵

jfdkjfdfdjfhdkfdfh ???????? Yes, Hello!? I need to immediately be rebooted. How dare you come in here with something so cute!? He's such an incredible character, and I'm so happy you like my portrayal!! It's because of ppl like you that I'm still writing him after so long. My motivations.

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@lunestri ( Hinamori )

A nother year anchors in rotation. Another gift he must put together to offer, to exhibit sentiments without narrating too much of his innermost thoughts ------ The emotions affixed to the brunette he will soon rendezvous with, that repetitiously threaten to thaw the frigidity baricading the entirety of his heart. - She was a significant facet amongst myriad others that represent his life, his existence, the reason behind his arduous endeavors to acquire the essential strength to protect others, notably her. - He pivots at an intersection and sees her waiting. " Oi, Hinamori. " His steps cease at a distance.

" - Apologies if I've made you wait. There's something I'd like to speak with you about. "

[xmortuus]

                                                          { what is he? }

                                               a          l o n e l y          s o u l                                                searching    for    memories                                                long                          forgotten

                                               an            empty             shell                                                in a     d e c a y i n g     world                                                looking for something more

                                               a    p   a   s   s   e   n   g   e   r                                                on                 a                 plane                                                that    will    never    take    off

                                               a           hollow           skeleton                                                with   bones    made   out   of                                                rotting                         stardust

                                                a mind made up of galaxies                                                hidden    behind    a     mask                                                of   death    and    destruction

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[poohsources]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY ! let’s take this as a reminder that no matter what you identify as, no matter if you’re out of the closet or not, no matter if you’re still questioning, all of you are incredibly loved and i am so damn proud of you.

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@soverina

C rash. ---- A vase, beautified in dissimilar-hued patterns of daisies, belonging to the woman whose dwelling he presently attended, tumbles over its stand, a consequence of his sleeve grazing it, and forthwith falls to the floor. Pieces scatter in all directions whilst it shatters into fragments upon its collision, symbolizing a pseudo-illustration of misfortune. --- Of an undoubtedly forthcoming chastizing. --- Expeditiously does the Shinigami crouch, knees bent in descent, to gingerly assemble the broken fragments before she decides to enter the room. " -- Shit! Shit! Shit! " intonation panicked, Peach was frightening when enraged, he's seen it firsthand, thus had to think of something.

He hears a sound. " Dammit, here she comes. " He shoves them within his shikakusho.

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@autisticcrashout

E xtremities in pockets, he's silently pursuing Kaji from a distance at his rear, peering at the countless miscellaneous shops present, establishments of all varieties, whether it was eateries or materialistic, they happen to come across in the midst of their promenade, with disinterest. - He yawns. Deliberately loud enough for others to attend.

" - Oi, Kaji! " he calls out, annoyed. " Where the hell is this music place? In the Ocean? "

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@run-shinigami-run

M urderer- Deserter - Treacherous waste of a Shinigami. This individual was epitheted many dissimilar appellations, but to the adolescent, he had once been a subordinate, someone he had once given commands to. Whilst Hitsugaya pursued the regulations stringently as if they were the very seed of blood coursing through his veins, his means of continuation amongst the highest echelon of the Gotei Thirdteen, a piece of him, of his heart, did not aspire to wholly forsake Akira. ------- The one he stands before now, appendages intersected arthwart his chest, countenance depicting his habitual scowl.

" Tenshin. - We finally meet again. " Intonation nonchalant. " You appear well. I'm glad. "

[huboaris]

He lets himself go quiet for a second to listen for ghosts. Except he doesn't know what ghosts sound like. And he doesn't pick up on much that could be called 'howling'.

"I don't hear it. Don't feel anything like that around either. You sure you're not going crazy?"

[ryusxnka]

T he verbalized bait, an endeavor to frighten, had not wholly been bitten down by the latter. Whilst it was a disappointment, he was well cognizant that Inosuke was not as oblivious as he perpetually exhibited himself to be. ------- He was perceptive where it mattered. But even so, the Shinigami was just as astute, particularly with his actions. - The simper that illustrated upon his countenance diminishes a margin as he hearkens to their inquiry. " -- Going crazy? " he repeats, raising his Reiatsu, the air getting frigid.

" Perhaps I am. " A pause." - There are ghosts around us, however. Souls of the dead. "

[huboaris]

"Hey, I was here first!" He wasn't, actually, which is quite obvious from the mud and foliage stuck to his legs that suggest he'd been running around in the forest until just now.

"And, for your information, that smell is skunk, not sewer."

[ryusxnka]

H e eyes the other adolescent, scrutinizing them head to toe, and chuckles - not out of entertainment, but out of derision. " It's all the same. Though I suppose it suits you better. - A fine way to get the attention of the ghosts roaming this side of the forest. "

" They love reckless children. -- Did you hear that? One's howling close by. " he teases.

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@iobartach

T hey were dissimilar in genus, in individuality, in aptitudes, amongst countless facets of what comprises an existence, yet there was a feeling that perpetually tugged, a string of fate one could reckon, between both combatants, bringing the two together, flank to flank, no matter the occurrence. -- Much like the present, where he meets the man amidst the twilight-blanketed streets without reason. The man whose ensemble was like Peter's yet narrated a tale much grimmer, less predictable, and more perilous.

Intently, he peers at them. " -- I hadn't expected to run into you of all people out here. "

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@huboaris

" I thought this place suddenly reeked of sewers. - When did you get here, Boar-head? "