#gingerbvck

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gingerbvck replied to your post: evry1: idk shit abt bleach me: yeah same here

“i have to rewatch” u never finished

THEY DIDNT KNOW THAT!

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@gingerbvck welcome starter

“You seem... frustrated. Is there something I can do to help?” she asked, though she doubted it. By now she had figured she was one of the most useless Arrancars here, and the reminders many liked to give her no longer phased her.

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( @gingerbvck ) “I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be lonely.” The stars saturate the sky, blinding black with beautiful brilliance, revealing endless, radiating rows so profound in how they’re positioned. This is the first time she’s seen something so poetic; the cities aren’t as pure as the presence above their bodies can be. It’s mesmerizing to take in the scene, but she’s certain the fellow fallen has seen it before. She exists in solitude alongside her favored form, but for once, she is seen alone, absent of her attribute. The blonde only assumes the stranger seeks silence, but she dares to break the bond with brightness, but only briefly. There is good intentions beyond her becoming, but she is patient to reveal such simplicity. Her statement still stands, but she can only assume the individual agrees. After all, she exists within the heart of someone who feels like home, connecting to his creation, borrowing his blood, becoming one with his wonder. There is art in such affiliations, a bond in which she cannot comprehend. She has never existed as a portion of a person, she has never found satisfaction in a soul. And to still harbor an identity is amazing, she marvels as the mystery between their connection, but it will never be questioned. They have their own ways and all she can do is be awe-struck by the affections. She sits next to the girl, placing the present between the two, in hopes that she grabs the gift. Perhaps it was a bit odd approaching her so easily, but they are both built from badlands and that was what made the interaction so effortless. But she was patient and she gave her space; she was certain no one had ever given her a gift like this before, especially one that she could call her own. “Open it. It’s yours.” Beyond the box remains a cloak, one resilient to harsh winds. It was black, but beautifully crafted by creators concerned with the cold. It was made to have such a dark design to absorb as much light as possible and because she wanders the world with her warrior, the blonde figured she could use the comfort. Maybe then she wouldn’t have to rely on his own cloth; they could both be bundled by their own attributes. Even now, the weather wasn’t in their favor, but it’d get worse as the months progressed. She worried for her, despite their distance; she was still a person and she deserved to be without her own worries. “Dunno where you plan on going when you leave, but I’d rather you stay warm.” Palms press against earth and she rises from the others side, turning on her heel to leave. But before vanishing, she allows one thing to linger. “The world is a cold and cruel place. But we care. Merry Christmas.”

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S’just like a lil sketch but here ya go @gingerbvck!

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The bags underneath your one visible eye had to have been prada because of how quality they were. Despite sleeping all the time, you never could get ride of them. 

It only made sense that one of the loudest Arrancar would stumble upon you. Because, you know, life hated you.

“--I’m not awake enough for thith thhit.”

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Looks could be deceiving, she knew that, but this one looked to be no more than a child and her instincts were crossed. part of her told her to attack first and ask questions later but there was also a large part of her that begged her to stay her blade. But more than that...she approached the young-appearing arrancar and reached out to tug her vest closer together. “A lady shouldn’t be exposing herself like that,” She said, even though she really wasn’t one to talk with her breasts threatening to spill out of her shihakusho.