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ind. private ichimaru gin from bleach, written by mj. please read rules before interacting!

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Leave me alone. A light has always led me home. A voice is always calling.

Adonis, from In the Forest (via wishbzne)

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@scrpent​ liked your post “Rangiku is so pretty!”

“So I take it you’re giving the statement your stamp of approval?”

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no comment.

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@sphaeraa​ said: Quietly rests his chin in Gin's shoulder, purring in quiet contentment whilst standing at the reaper's back, simply resting--for now.

the purring at his shoulder made him pause his quiet ‘observing’ from the shadows as he usually did. while he did not go trough big measures to conceal his presence, it wasn’t often someone did find him. even less so when he had been daydreaming more than actually observing. it was one of those times where he really didn’t have anything to do, but also wasn’t exactly looking for more work to do - hence standing in his ‘hiding’ spot.

the energy the deity gave off was calm, content even, making his breathing slow down in return. it was curious what such a simple gesture from a god none the less managed to do to him.

his arm reached backwards, coming to rest atop the hougyoku’s head before giving a few small pets. no doubt some would find this degrading, but this gesture didn’t have malice in it. just a simple greeting without saying any words.

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praedulcis--helianthus​:

Oh, he played along. Just as expected.

Their position didn’t really allow her the best angle to witness the easing of his everlasting smile, but why would that be necessary when she had known him far too long to recognize his features—with all their curves and their edges; and their every movement under her touch, causing her grin to widen in amusement.

“Mm, not telling~”

He played along. Just like the good ol’ days.

“ not telling ? wonder what i should do then since you’re not telling me... “ he feigned a pout, trying to keep in the giggles threatening to leave him. an almost childish feeling that was only caused by her.

swiftly, he turned around. arms coming around to circle her hips as the giggle left him anyway.

“ oh ? it’s you, rangiku. i could have never guessed. “

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candidaluna:

  ❝ fuck you and your mother. ❞ @scrpent​​

“ i see your creativeness with insults has gone down, kuchiki. i don’t even remember my mother. “

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tea sip. what an evntful morning.

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@sphaeraa​ | continued from this.

he had been away from the castle for a while, under the veil of investigating things. moreso it was more to align him back into place, as his carefully crafted facade had started to slip more often than not. this could also be the reason he had been allowed to leave in the first place, but he refused to think about that. he simply returned as normal, though his usual smirk less tight and forced.

one thing he had missed in his short absence was the visage of the orb that could destroy all if he so wished to - or was ordered to by aizen. meeting with the hougyoku had been one of the very small pleasures he allowed himself to have. it kept him busy while also keeping him on his toes at the same time.

slender hands found their way through the long hair, grasping at the roots as he gave a tug, forcing the god’s head to bend backwards until he felt those eyes on him. it was a carefully crafted play - as most of their interactions were, but this was the push and pull he sought after, having become slightly addicted to the rush of adrenaline that coursed through him each time it happened.

he was still silent, not acknowledging the deity’s words just yet as his grip softening minutely in answer to those eyes doing the same, letting himself have a small moment of rare tenderness as he let his fingers card through soft strands of silver.

his fingers tightened once again as he cleaned closer, their noses almost touching. it was no doubt not a comfortable position, but the hougyoku was very much capable of deciding that for himself if he wanted to right himself.

“ did i miss anything while i was gone ? “

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@praedulcis--helianthus​ said: *tiptoes and covers his eyes from behind* *giggles as she does so* c:

while the sudden appearance behind him did make him tense up in the slightest, he quickly relaxed when hearing the all too familiar giggle along with the soft hands covering his eyes.

a soft smile, only reserved for her graced his lips, a low chuckle leaving him in answer to her playfulness.

“ oh dear me, who might that be ? “

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[quotemadness]

My bones are calling out your name.

Dawn Golden (via quotemadness)

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♦ rules updated, currently maybe redoing my theme, praying i can write at least one (1) thing because i missed my snake man.

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Alias/Name ;  Mj Date of Birth ; March 7th ‘97 Zodiac Sign ; Pisces Height ; 5′0 ( 152cm ish ) Hobbies ; Drawing, writing, playing music. Favorite Color ; Teal Favorite Books ; I honestly can’t tell you the last book i’ve read because I don’t remember Last song listened to ; Royal & The Serpent - Overwhelmed Last film or show watched ; Hotel Transylvania Story behind URL ; serpent... with a c instead of the first ‘e’..... bc gin.... yes

Tagged By ; @sphaeraa​​ ( i love u. ♥ ) Tagging ; anyone that hasn’t done it :’)

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gin with long hair.

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@praedulcis--helianthus​​ said: *hugs from behind, possessively*

for the past few days, rangiku had felt off to him, something wasn’t right and he was dying to know what it was without actually having to ask her about it. he had a vague feeling she wouldn’t tell him even if he did ask. it might have something to do with her not trusting him completely yet - which honestly he truly could not blame her for, but still.. he was curious.

no words were said between them, he simply laid his hands on the arms circling his body, a questioning glance thrown over his shoulder at her.

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Writing tip: Not everyone is reading and analyzing every single word of your story like you are. Every sentence doesn’t need to be perfect. Free yourself of the perfectionism that’s making doing what you love feel like a chore.

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