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"Today?"

"Today."

"You're sure?"

"....... Mostly."

"..........." (Contemplating an attempt at wringing Jin's neck)

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//like this for jin in your inbox??

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what kind of tragedy are you?

doomed from the start

there was no way of winning, and you knew it too. but you still tried. you tried again and again and again to change it. you fought tooth and claw to change your fate, but she cannot be easily manipulated. it’s not your fault. the game was always rigged against you. from the moment you entered the narrative, your fate was sealed. you didn’t stand a chance.

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To sink or to shine. The nails are all mine.

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//inspection days are done at my job now so hopefully I can slowly start getting back into my drafts here in the coming days 🎉🎉🎉

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Team Sleep - Blvd Nights

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Korn - Got The Life

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Genuinely have no idea what possessed me to draw this other than the fact I’m rewatching the Bount arc for fun.

I can’t watch the arc like a normal person and be sane, I would actually go a bit insane, so I had to distract myself. Unfortunately, Jin Kariya seems to be fanart-shaped despite the fact I am not a fanartist. This is not the first time I have drawn him.

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"DON'T FORGET. I'M WITH YOU IN THE DARK."

Observant  of  the  canon  timeline  with  certain  original  additions.  Mielelambda "Miele" Gattablanc,  Arrancar  OC,  member  of  the  Third Division  thanks  to  the  esablishment  of  the  the  Cooperative Arrancar Unit.

#HOLLOWNEKOMATA  -  indie,  semi-selective,  Bleach  OC  roleplay  blog,  attempted  by  Myell  (25,  she/her) :: 21+  and  mutuals  only.  OC,  AU  and  Canon  Divergence-friendly.  MINORS DNI.

graphics by: @noxcave :: art by: me!

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"There are a few things useful enough to be learned from Humans, ill admit," begrudgingly anyway, though Jin's calm, near-amiable affecting wouldn't let it show, "but you should feel more thankful you're not Human, then, if that's what you think; to be Human is to be a creature of many inherent flaws and failures."

Such was the history and nature of Humanity, as far as Jin was concerned. 

"Eve, what a name," Jin lets out another smooth chuckle, "you strike me more as someone who has unfortunately been treated as Lilith their entire life," because at least Eve was eventually forgiven despite the gravity of their supposed sin, or so the biblical stories would let people believe, "but Eve, I like that name; much better for you than Frankenstein's Monster."

As Jin neared the main gate of the lodge with Fran, it would steadily slide open for them, guided not by a person or electrical signal but by the wind.

"Vlad the Impaler, Dracula," Jin continues, while striding onto the grounds of the lodge proper, trying hard not to roll his eyes, "it seems everyone these days knows about him and the type of Vampire he represents," if not from the old stories then from the various pieces of visual or digital media that cropped up over the last century or so.

"The image that Humans have associated with Vlad the Impaler are far from the reality of my people, but even so, 'Vampires' of a sort we are, and there are many of us out there."

While speaking, Jin nears a large building at the center of this lodge compound, its doors, much like the gate before, opened by a strong gust of wind that would allow him and Fran to enter unhindered.

"We have also been called Nachzehrer, Nosferatu, and to those in the Church and  Mages Association, we have even been dubbed Dead Apostles. The truest name for my people is Bount, but its all semantics in the end."

Suddenly, a voice, haunting and gruff, could be heard, though it did not arise from the lips of another or fall upon Fran's ears for that matter; the voice would play upon her mind itself. 'Who are you, what are you doing here? You don't belong here.' This mentally projected voice then spoke to Jin (though Fran would still be able to pick it up in her mind as well) sounding rather displeased. 'Jin, who or what did you drag in here this time? That Reiryoku of theirs is strange, and its Soul, its like pure electricity.'

Jin smirks and projects his thoughts back  dismissively in a way that Fran and anyone nearby attuned to the supernatural could perceive, 'Autumn is usually the first to question me these days, is she not around?'

Then, not even two seconds later, Jin says aloud to Fran, "ignore them, they will meet you soon enough in the flesh."

Rounding a corner would bring Jin and Eve to a long, spiral staircase of exquisite marble that led up to a pair of large ornate doors. Before ascending, Jin turns to look at Fran, a smirk playing on his lips like the light, when he asks,

"Do you like music?"

"Be...better?"

Such things never crossed her mind. A being built to be an artificial human, an Eve brought into the world to birth Adam, Fran had only ever been known as a monster. Anything else was a perplexing notion.

Fran was a being who learned directly from humanity but was inhuman herself. She shifts uncomfortably, another breathy sound escaping her. This was not right and yet, she was compelled to listen to more.

"Fr...Fran was a...fai-failure," she responds as they slow. The breeze around them, Europe's chilly air was a familiar feeling against her skin, "I...le-learn from hu...humans but...I'm no-not one..." It was one of the two unattainable things out of her reach. To be considered human and to find her mate. "Fr...Fran can't de...deny wh-what I fe...felt."

Truth in his words, in the spark that coursed through her entire being. Frankenstein's monster knew not what it was. This was a sensation that she had never encountered in her long life. What was it to him, she wondered? What did that strange sensation compel in this man to bid her follow.

She pondered this as she paused. Raising her gaze to the structure, Fran hummed with uncertainty. There is something there, she only needed his introduction to confirm it. Many others resided here. Were they monsters too, she wondered? Better than humans, whom she was able to so masterfully mimic.

"Ka...riya...Uuu..." Making note to commit his name to memory, or at least the one he called himself now as he so stated, Fran perks a bit at his own question. Did she have another name? Of course she did, but it was not one that she had been called in many years. In fact, her Papa had only spoken it once from her birth. It was tossed away so easily, when he only found terror in his creation.

"Papa...he sa...aid my na...name was 'Eve', birth and death that name lingered in the back of her head far beyond anything she wanted to admit. Was it really a name she could consider using for herself now? "I...do-don't know an-any oth...er names. F-Fran or...or Eve...you pi-pick." The name still tasted foreign on her lips but she could not deny liking it a little. Only a little.

"Y-you are ca...called 'va-vampire'?" She does not miss the way he says it or the almost playful tone that skips in his voice. There once was servant who was proud to reject such monstrous stories. It was what kept his humanity in tact. Was this Kariya the same? "I ha...have on-nly kno-wn one other...Uuu...Vlad th-he Im...Impaler...Fr-...Eve? Di-did not kn...know there we-were more..."

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Had Celeste felt it these past few nights, Jin wondered? Felt his eyes on her as he watched from afar and from within the shadows enmeshed here in the Dreadwood? Felt the unnatural, almost pestilent touch of the wind as it every so often whipped past her speckled feathers?

Humans never could tell when they were in the sights of a monster like him, not until he was upon them, but Jin found that beings of the supernatural variety-- or beings otherwise attuned to the supernatural-- did often discern early on that something wasn't quite right.

Not that it mattered much now.

Because standing there tonight at the threshold to Celeste's home was Jin, his crimson eyes trained on her while his coat flowed in the wind, a wind that, like him, curiously avoided entering the abode.

"They say you're an Oracle," Jin starts off, his voice smooth and his lips creased into a wide, charming smile, though one that, to someone more observant, might not seem to reach his eyes, "is that true, frau harpyie, is the future laid out before your eyes, does it dance across your tongue?"

Jin leans forward somewhat, his piercing gaze locking with Celeste's, but still he stops at the threshold to her home, not crossing it, not yet.

"There's a few things I would discuss with someone like you. May I come in?" // @mikroteros

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"Oh these games we play," Jin commented with a chuckle, moments after Gabriella had enticingly graced his hand with her touch, feigned sipping from her glass, and nearly brought her lips to bear against his, "how lovely; if only I had met you millennia ago, this world would have been far more thrilling."

Even as Gabriella had pulled away, her touch, her tantalizing whisper, it all lingered in Jin's mind, lingered in a way that was nearly overwhelming. The way Gabriella swayed her hips and strutted back to the balcony railing didn't help either.

There was desire in Jin, there was no denying that, for who couldn't look upon one as beautiful as Gabriella, speak to her in such nigh-intimate fashion, and not consider the carnality to be found with her? Jin knew, however, that what he felt wasn't entirely natural either-- Jin gauged that there was something about Gabriella (a power or some sort of magic) that instilled more, that tugged at his senses, that almost demanded his desire, demanded he surrender himself to her. It didn't seem to Jin that Gabriella was pushing this magic or whatever it was on him purposefully of course, but he picked up on it all the same.

Fortunately, for as tempting as Gabriella was right now, Jin's composure, willpower, and pride were still stronger. That was to say, Jin wouldn't push away the desire that flared with him, but he wouldn't become a slave to the temptation of Gabriella, he would command it; he had been so long master (of others, of his life, of his destiny) that he would be master still, that would not change.

"Consuming the blood of my kind can make someone fervently open to their suggestion," Jin says, his eyes peeled on Gabriella, as the sundered flesh on his hand closed up with alarming speed, "but that process takes more time and blood than what I've given, not to mention that you're different; what's in your cup is nothing more than a sweet, empowering ichor, and perhaps a vorspeise to satiate you until you're allowed to sink your teeth into something more, filling."

The moment Gabriella went to yet again draw her glass close and pantomime a sip, she would find Jin instantly in front of her, outside the balcony railing, standing mid-air with ease as if his feet were planted on solid ground. Better yet, Jin leisurely leaned forward and put his hands on the railing that, for now, divided his and Gabriella's bodies, small as that distance was. 

Keep up, Gabriella had told Jin? He wondered if she could manage the same with him.

"Whether you drink or not isn't too important, but to refuse a heartfelt gift," Jin says with a brief, charming mix of jest and flippancy, "would be incredibly rude and unladylike in my opinion."

With a slight lift of his brows, Jin would add, "what's more important, is whether or not you take this trip with me."

There comes a moment where Jin stares into Gabriella's eyes, and his own begins to light up with a haunting, crimson glow. There's no attempt made to intrude upon Gabriella's thoughts, but Jin does send forth his own, and more, for her to consider, if she allowed it; he imparts more visions of the destinations he would take her, and vivid hints of the emotions (the thrilling, the paradisaical, the carnal, the perilous) that might fill them both as they traveled at each other's side. 

Then came Jin's voice again, smooth, calm, as he leaned in closer and touched a finger to the rim of her glass, "would you shun living so deliciously the next few months?" 

Jin's touch would cause the unearthly mixture within Gabriella's glass to glow brightly and hum more intensely than before, with the latter gently reverberating through her body, calling to her taste-buds, to her stomach, to her hunger, to her Soul, tempting her to make that final tilt of the hand, and drink. 

"If nothing else you still have a night or two to decide, but," Jin moves his finger and by extension his hand away from the glass, and now confidently reaches for Gabriella herself, "what more is there to consider?"

Jin fingers are slow and gentle as they brush past Gabriella's cheek and move toward her flaxen locks, where he pushes some of them behind her ear, taking care not to disturb the earrings that hung close.

"What's holding you back? What do you need to hear, or want assured so badly? Tell me."

Her fingers twitched beneath Jin’s when he took her hand — not in alarm, but in response to the pressure of his grip. It wasn’t just his hand on hers; it was the deliberate way his fingers slid over her skin, cool yet firm, an unspoken promise in the way he guided her wrist. She felt her pulse quicken, her skin prickling with awareness. When he lifted her glass to his lips, his eyes locked on hers like a challenge. He wanted her to react — to push him away or lean closer. And oh, how smug he looked when he took that slow, deliberate sip.

“You know,” Gabriella murmured, her voice low and sultry, “if you wanted a drink from my glass…” Her fingers curled slightly beneath his, and she leaned in, just enough for her lips to hover near his ear. “…all you had to do was ask.” Her words were barely a whisper, warm against his skin. She felt him tense — only slightly — but enough to know she’d hit her mark. But then he went further — slicing his palm without hesitation, letting his blood fall in thin droplets that twisted through her wine like veins of molten gold. The air shifted, heavy and charged, and the scent that drifted up was heady and rich — inviting in a way that made her stomach twist.

Of course he couldn’t just stop with a sip, she thought. He had to leave his mark.

When he moved her hand again, guiding the glass back to her lips, her fingers tightened beneath his. Not enough to jerk away, but enough to stop him cold. She let the moment linger, her fingers curling slowly around his wrist, her thumb grazing against the inside of his palm — right where the wound had begun to close. “Most men,” the witch said softly, her voice barely above a breath, “wait until after the second drink before they try spiking it.” Her eyes flicked to his lips, curved so smugly in that devilish smile — the kind that invited trouble.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” she murmured, her tone dipping lower. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she turned her wrist inside his grasp, sliding her fingers along his until her hand was free. But instead of pulling back, she let her hand linger, her fingertips trailing along his palm, then slowly brushing past his fingers — a featherlight touch that danced along his skin as she claimed the glass back for herself.

“What exactly am I supposed to be tasting here?” the witch asked, raising the glass just enough to let the glowing liquid swirl beneath the moonlight. Her gaze shifted from the shimmering wine to Jin’s face, her eyes dark with curiosity — and something else. “You’re persistent,” she went on, her voice softer now, silkier. “But if you think a sip of your blood is going to get me to melt in your hands…” She dragged her tongue lightly across her bottom lip, letting the words hang just long enough to tease. “…then I really should’ve let you drink more.”

She lifted the glass again, turning it just enough to let the wine kiss the rim. Her lips parted slightly — just enough to hint that she might take a sip — but instead, she paused. Slowly, her gaze flicked back to his, her eyes bright and daring. “You’re not the only one who knows how to play with temptation,” she murmured. Then, ever so slowly, Gabriella leaned in again — closer this time — closing the distance between them until her lips hovered just shy of his. Her breath ghosted against his mouth, warm and teasing, and for one charged second, she didn’t move.

“I wonder…” she whispered, her voice dangerously soft, “if you’re as patient as you think you are.” And just like that, she pulled back. With a sly smile, Gabriella turned away from him, her fingers still curled around the glass, the glowing liquid untouched. She walked back to the railing, her hips swaying just enough to make sure Jin was watching. “You want me close?” the witch called over her shoulder, her tone lilting with amusement. “Then you’ll just have to keep up.” She raised the glass to her lips once more — this time with intention — and let it hover there, teasing… waiting.

Not a sip. Not yet. Just a promise — one she knew would keep him right where she wanted him.

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— watch the world devoured in its pain (done by Toruuyz!)

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“Jin, ever ran into Ginjo? I think the both of you would get along.” (Ichigo)

"Ginjo," Jin repeated the name, and then paused for a few moments, before saying with a shrug, "I can't say I've ever heard that name before."

Jin smirks and stares into Ichigo's eyes for a moment, his own briefly flashing with a noticeable, crimson glow, "however..."

Reading the minds of beings like Ichigo, beings who possessed Souls with traces of Hollow Reiryoku, was never easy, and Jin doesn't manage to look very far before he's shut out, but he does glean one thing from their minds eye; the mental image of this 'Ginjo'.

"The man currently in your thoughts, I crossed paths with them once; our encounter was brief I'm afraid, we didn't have much time to speak, but I remember the scent and composition of their Soul being very similar to yours."

Jin lets out a faintly amused chuckle, before adding, "regardless of whether we wind up getting along or not, I wouldn't mind running into them again; assuming they are still alive out there somewhere." // @captastrophe

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