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They called him god-killer, the boy with a rusted soul: All who hear his name tremble, praying that today he will not swallow their heart. Alone he walks, stones cutting into bare feet, thorns pulling at naked flesh–– His fate must be in his own hand, and he will cut down any that try to control him. Holy and unholy, heart of fire and soul of rusted steel: Who can stand against him, the one who hunts naught but gods?
Predator, murder on his mind and hymns on his tongue. (CNS)
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Sleep Headcanon
Gin isn’t much of a sleeper, in fact he struggles to sleep on a day to day basis. It’s been this way ever since he was separated from the usual habits he had been used to and comfortable with during his time in Rukongai. It wasn’t where he was that helped him sleep better, it was the person that he was with. He could never shed the phantom need for her to be there with him in the general vicinity of whatever he calls his ‘bed.’ Because of this, he ends up tossing and turning. Either that, or just staring at the space that he feels she should be at with him for hours before inevitably sleeping for a minimum amount of time.
Eyes: How does your muse handle intense emotions?
He doesn’t show an ounce of what he’s really feeling ninety percent of the time. Under the carefully molded mask that showed nothing but narrowed eyes and an intimidating grin that stretched over his face. It all resides beneath the surface and is only shown in very few moments when he’s been shown frowning when Shinso was stopped from piercing Rukia, or when he was dying underneath Rangiku while she was crying. his face was devoid as he was belittling himself for failing to do anything that he had said he would. Seeing her cry like that, it was hard not to shed tears for the first time in his life in over a hundred years.
The best example of him handling any really intense emotions would be the boiling anger that ran through his blood whenever he was in the same room as Aizen. This also covered whenever he was thinking about him, and it all was wrapped up neatly in a calm and cool attitude.
Sloth: A headcanon about something your character hates to do or simply hates in general
He doesn’t care for louts, those that are loud and uncouth. He’s about as fond of them as he is with kids/those that are of a childlike mentality with no maturity. Tolerating them is a questionable issue, especially when it comes to kids more than anything because he barely knows how to handle them. Being in the same space as someone so young is unnerving and being grabbed or reached out for is even worse ninety percent of the time. Rarely do some meet an exception for this mentality that he has and has had for awhile. A small part isn’t into fighting and killing, but to him it’s a necessity for the road he chose to take. It doesn’t eat him alive, but he feels something for them (something that even I cannot express and he barely does with me).
The only time it takes up his thoughts are around the time that it happens, or when he sleeps in a rare case of him remembering what’s on his mind when his thoughts still continue to go on. Sleep for him is as torturous as the night in general with no distractions with just himself.
Pride: A headcanon about something your character is a bit cocky about
Not too much that he’s really cocky about. He knows he’s a good fighter in many different areas, the jack of all trades as he’s the master of all and the master of none. He’s not filled with an abundance of hubris, just knowing his strengths and weaknesses and who he is to leave little room to be bested in fights where those with too much pride and those who are too cocky would end up failing. The closest thing he’s prideful over is his partner; the blade he wields and holds in high regard for it’s the very thing he needs for his goals.
i knew i was something truly E V I L when i was surrounded by so much P A I N
& all i could bring myself to do was S M I L E
Envy: A headcanon about your character’s secret desires and jealousies
He’s not really one to show it too much outwardly mainly because of the detachment and the fact that he’ll just end up becoming a memory in everyone’s minds. He tries to keep this in his mind as he interacts with others. He didn’t really have anything that he could call his own aside from himself and that wasn’t much with barely anything to define him but crawling around to keep on living. So when it comes to the ones that fill his mind in anyway he feels a territorial given how growing up was for him. He sees them as his, and is defensive over them with this mentality.
The only one that he’s expressed jealousy even in the smaller ways that’s more of an obvious thing compared to others would be for Matsumoto Rangiku. The feelings running rampant underneath his skin as he knows how much attention she can garner that leaves a bitter taste in his mouth even if he knows that it doesn’t really get most very far. It’s stemming from feelings of the mentality held in Rukongai with her, to protect and keep others away that could be bad news for her— including himself. He knows that she is not his completely, but a part of him wants her to be while the rest snuffs those feelings out in the end knowing that she is not.
She is his secret desire, everything about her fills him and he doesn’t show it in ways that he could. No such words leaving his lips of his feelings and thoughts minus his cold touch reaching out for her burning skin before the slow distancing that etched a gorge (rift, etc.) between the two of them as his hands completely withdrew from her. Leaving his only secret desires to destroy Aizen. While giving back Rangiku what had been missing for over a hundred years and ensure a longer life with joy since he’s gone from it before seeking out the death that he knows is coming.
Greed: A headcanon about something your character hordes or collects
He doesn’t really collect anything when really thinking about it. He’s not really caring enough about anything materialistic that he’d reach forward to collect or hoard like how kids might collect rocks or sea shells. Especially since he doesn’t want to leave anything behind and prefers to be forgotten once he’s done the life goal he wants to achieve.
How about a headcanon on how he reacts or cares for wounds? Or does he have someone else dress them? Does he bruise easily?
He has a high tolerance for pain and barely reacts to them mentally. They do little to slow him down unless it’s something bigger like the loss of a limb, etc. Typically the one he lets take care of these wounds would be Unohana since there is more of a level of comfort and trust when it comes to his wounds healing completely in a satisfactory way. Also given the fact that he wouldn’t let anyone else from the division touch/ get too close to him since they mean nothing to him. Unohana was his teacher and pseudo mother figure, so he has no issue with her touch and her being close to him.
He can easily dress his wounds most of the time, and if he can’t and Unohana is unavailable, it will be Rangiku that he will seek for such a thing. He doesn’t bruise all that easily, it takes a lot actually given how he typically doesn’t fight just to fight and most can’t get past the difference in spiritual pressure when he does engage.
Promises were meant to be kept. And this is exactly why such a thing never left his lips unless he was going to seriously go through with it and keep his word. When others expect anything back after asking for it– he will dance around so coyly with his words. Dodging while never giving you anything to grasp on you is his talent. There is neither a promise or an outright lie leaving this man’s mouth unless it’s purposely for the sake of hurting another in a moment or two meant to pass the time.
There is too much of a preference ingrained in that head of his in leaving the one in question guessing and unfulfilled. The more important they are to him, the more chance that it will be out of not getting their hopes up. Leaving nothing behind is the goal– no promises; no lies, mementos forever gone from their grasp that had once been his. The only thing to keep is the man that always never was straight with them.
In the end… he leaves you as you knew him. Without saying a thing and leaving without any promises to hold on to or have shattered.
The top past times for Gin are spending time in one of the control rooms, or reading. His preference is the latter, especially during the daylight hours. There is more entertainment to be found in messing around with the inhabitants of Hueco Mundo by moving and changing the paths around for them. Watching them either get lost because of him, or bumping into those that they do not have the best of relations with. The most notable of these are the times where he has Grimmjow and Nnoitra bump into each other, something that certainly didn’t help their feelings towards one another.
And whenever Shinso can be found with him in either one of the rooms he listens to her requests and fulfills them.
Gin has little taste for the very thought of believing/worshiping another. The very thought of a god (or gods) is extremely absurd to him. The ones that make the lives they live and what happens to them are those that go through it. To him the only definite thing worth believing in is death. Nothing stands higher than that that takes no matter how hard others MIGHT try to change this. In his eyes, those that go down that road will only live like Icarus– flying too close to the sun to meet their demise as they are smacked down to the bottom.
Bottom line, Gin is definitely an atheist.
what would you say gin's greatest fear is? or maybe something that could be classified as a `personal demon` to him?
I have expressed before that his greatest fear is failure and not fulfilling anything that he swore he would as a child with no one to his name and no one close past seeing Rangiku who was also alone and in need of help. After all this is the most important person to him, above and beyond himself and others that he knew/knows and those that he does not. Rangiku is without a doubt the first thing to give him meaning and drive to do much more than just wonder around as a nobody with a name that isn’t even his real name and just a made up one. He only wants the very BEST for her, for her to be surrounded by things that are actually good for her, for her to be her strongest and not be snuffed out at the end of the night.
His biggest fear is it all being for nothing, not being able to get back the missing part of her soul that would help her in the long run in terms of strength and continuing to live. Her death before getting a long life is something that horrifies him every time I think about Rangiku being a zombie/dead currently in the series Gin rolls over in his grave where they grew up in Rukongai.
The personal demon is the one that he is in the same space as for a majority of the series. Sousuke Aizen is the one that fits the bill for this description in the literal sense. But that’s only if we’re talking about if he has to point to another that isn’t himself. Because in a way he is his own personal demon as well, the mind brimming with thoughts that if kept unchecked or dwelled on will eat and devour him. Mainly this has to do with the fact that if there’s one thing that Gin knows and has always known before even meeting anyone he knows in canon– it’s that he isn’t righteous, he’s not a saint or savior. It’s why he doesn’t sleep much, because for him sleeping is slipping up and thinking of the worst of the worst things he ever could through dreams. To a lesser degree this is also true when he’s awake and alone with only his thoughts, but he at least has other things to lose himself in like books or the company of others.
It’s why his time in Hueco Mundo is without a doubt the worst in terms of his state over all. He had fewer distractions, indifferent to those around him and only finding ‘enjoyment’ through messing with him as he watched and manipulated in his control room. He didn’t have much going for him during this time, no one to really talk to, walks that were once his favorite thing became dull and he stopped them, and very few books to pass the time. And in such a predicament, what does one have to do but be alone and actually think about things that aren’t so trivial?
I am thankful to Rei-mun for the drabble prompt that finally got me thinking about this subject again since it is very important to my Gin.
Gin isn’t Ichigo’s bff, or anything positive for that matter. All the things he said during his fight weren’t meant to encourage by reverse psychology, he was being completely honest with his feelings. He wasn’t going to let someone that so weak willed at the moment take his spot and the end he wanted to orchestrate with no one else’s help. Especially when the one in question was acting like a dog with their tail stuck between their legs trembling but still barking despite how obvious it was that they had little going for them in comparison with such a shaky standing. With a goal he wanted to come to fruition that had been around a hundred and twenty years in the making he wasn’t just going to stand aside from him. Gin’s determination and desire for what he always had on his mind was too strong and letting an upstart snatch it wasn’t going to happen if he could help it.
The only reason he accepted it after his failed attempt and left it to Ichigo was because of the change in persona when looking at him and because he had given up at that moment and couldn’t really do much since he was dying and unable to move or even talk for that matter.
Living in solidarity, there wasn’t any desire to kill, no need. Years passed as the worst he did was steal, not a deadly thought in his head then. This changed upon seeing the damage done to Rangiku, the event to spiral him down the dark path he set for himself foolishly in his youth. The seed planted to flourish unbeknownst to the one that he now would kill and harm for. She sent him into a deadly cycle to his own fault by finding someone so precious, the sunlight not able to see the dark then.
Being a creature of beauty and looks, eyes were on her and people could be fueled to do the worst out of this, and in turn causing him to do the worst he could back to them. Never too far from her in these situations, he always came just in time before things got too bad, and if they did start to it was unfortunate for the scum that hurt his companion. She was too precious too him, his desire to protect her and keep her from harm too strong. Depending on the weight of what was done depended on the torture or death that would be dealt to the vile creatures crawling around where they shouldn’t be. The first time he had killed though was when a man was in the works of undressing her as she fought back as much as she could. Ushering her away back to their home once knocking the guy out, with her gone he bashed his head in without remorse. Anger fueling him, irrational as he took things too far and made sure no one found the man’s body.
An act that would be repeated over and over again till the last would be the three that had followed Aizen’s orders and where the first he had witnessed harming Rangiku, and the first to be swallowed by Shinso.
