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out of character. I had a dream last night someone asked me on here for meta on Gin and whether or not he'd know how to ride a horse and I can safely say that no, he cannot and he will not and he'd wonder what in the fresh hell sort of scenario he'd ever be like 'dang, wish I knew how ta ride a horse' like... 'just shunpo??? are ya stupid???? lmao???' about it. Basically. So yeah, I'm back from the dead to supply this extremely important Gin content hot off the press. Thanks, dream!anon, for asking me that puzzling question.

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out of character. Frembly remembly that I am not dead. Gin is out there, lurking, and watching you. He's within your walls.

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happy valentines day

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out of character. I personally can’t wait to get my hands on the final part of the Arrancar arc Bleach Musicals because then I can finally watch Gin die as god intended: him flopping lifelessly onto the floor as people dance and sing around him.

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out of character. Heyo, still on hiatus, but I'll be reblogging some of my older headcanons / content to get the juices going in the meantime. Stay tuned for more disappointment. I'm in your walls.

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gin during the karakura town invasion,

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out of character. Happy New Year, y'all. It's the year of the snake, apparently, so here's hoping I can manifest some activity on here in 2025. As a reminder, I'm pretty burnt out and my threads here are mostly dropped due to muse / loss of momentum / inspiration. I still have a few I'm holding onto, but for the most part I intend to start fresh. I want to keep interactions shorter and build into longer replies, too, to really ease myself back into this. Gin's still very near and dear to me, but he is on hiatus for the time being. Until then, I'll be on @limitlesses -- please feel free to give my blog a look if JJK interests you!

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my dumb edit tradition since like 2012 lives on.

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out of character. I'm alive, just struggling. It's my birthday tomorrow, please send me your best positive vibes -- I'll need it to survive working management in retail during the holidays.

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gin @ strangers he doesn’t like: ur worth 😈 nothing  🔥 i will literally🔪​ murder💀​​ u.​ i am ur 😴 sleep paralysis 😱 demon 👹 rangiku from a distance: gin, be nice ! gin, immediately: 👀✨ wife !!! 💕 she ! 🥰 h e r ​​❤️️​💋​​ i will be✨✨Good✨✨for the 💘missus❌​⭕​ 

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out of character. WE DID IT LADS, WE WROTE A REPLY!!

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IF KARIN DECIDED TO TELL GIN ABOUT HOW HE WAS DUBBED AN 'OKAY GUY' IN HER MIND, HE MIGHT'VE LAUGHED HIS ASS OFF -- or something like that, at least. It still amused him to no end that others flocked to him when he could very well still, on a whim or on command, see himself at peace with lopping their heads clean off their shoulders. The duality of being nice and playful even with the same people Gin had been content to hunt down and kill ---- it sometimes didn't sit right with him, like one or the other part of him was the true self and the other side of things was just an act. Was he really good, or was he simply good at pretending to be good?

Sometimes that question haunted him. The restlessness of good behavior, the uncertainty of whether or not he'd snap, somehow, like a beast with a trigger. Even now he had to idly wonder whether or not he'd care if he got her somehow accidentally killed. Well, Rangiku wouldn't be too happy with him ---- and neither would Ichigo, certainly, but he dealt with the boy in battle twice and he'd do so again if need be. That all said, he wasn't feeling particularly negligent or murderous -- so the likelihood of something befalling the young Kurosaki currently under his wing was low, even as he opened the Garganta and stepped inside after allowing her to shoot a quick text.

There was no reception within the liminal space between worlds or within Hueco Mundo itself when one attempted to text a recipient within the World of the Living, so it was best for her to do that now. He swayed within that ripped portion of the air, the mouth of the Garganta patient and waiting, the darkness that resided within near-swallowing were it not for the pale haori on his back and the beaming brightness of white reiatsu-enforced flooring spawned beneath his feet.

His grin reached pre-Winter War levels of strength at the inkling of a threat thrown his way; she wanted to use his head for target practice, is that it? Cute, he'd seen how Quincy worked and determined that his best anti-Quincy move of disarming them was a quite literal take on the matter -- Ulquiorra had it right, after all. Can't draw a bow if they were missing that arm, no? He'd have to teach her about that very clear and present weakness, archery was a two-handed ordeal, she needed to realize that the moment she had her phone in her hand -- or something else within her grasp -- it set her back several seconds worth of vital time in drawing her bow, something that could cost her severely.

❝ Ah, I wouldn't dare leave ya there, wouldn't wanna cause ya to hit somebody else after y'miss my head. ❞

He figured she couldn't regulate her reiatsu enough to walk on air, yet -- or within the abyss of the Garganta he stood inside of now. Hence why he took the lead, awaiting her with a slow and fluid step forward which materialized more pale white flooring beneath them both.

❝ I ain't a maniac like Urahara Kisuke, I know how to aim these. ❞ Senkaimon and Garganta alike, yes, Gin could be very precise when he wanted to be, which was why Aizen seemed so perturbed when Gin's Senkaimon spat them out far away from the true Karakura Town. Intentionally, of course, to delay his destruction of it and get him alone in transit, but he played it off as a mistake from those Sweeper shenanigans within the Dangai.

The tunnel wasn't too terribly long, either -- a quick trip through the swimming blackness around them had Gin stepping out onto the sands just outside of the Menos forest Tousen once oversaw. He figured he could start big ---- in terms of target, at least, and see how Karin's skills were from there on whether or not to lure out smaller more nimble Hollow from the depths of their hiding places throughout the surrounding dunes.

❝ -- aaaaaalright, before we head in there, a few pointers; Menos're weakest if ya hit'em between the eyes, that's usually th' truth with everybody and everythin' -- but y'fire anyplace else on'em and they can jus' deflect it or regenerate th' damage dealt. So y'wanna aim for the head. ❞

Smiling, Gin turned to face her, a playful tilt of his head to one side. Behind him, past the sharp rock structures and deeper into the cavern they were placed before, the guttural howling and wails of dozens of Menos Grande echoed and mixed into the dry, desolate winds that billowed through the reinstated captain's haori and the empty black sleeve at his right.

❝ Let's see those scary headshots y'threatened me with, eh? Then maybe I won't leave ya stranded here. ❞

The kicker? The Menos within recognized Gin the moment he stepped into their domain, curious akin to semi-domesticated wild animals recognizing the keeper who fed them once upon a time. The howling lowered into more of a cooing sort of sound, ringing against the jagged rocks and darkness they huddled within, towering beasts and gnashing masked mouths not knowing what to do with this Shinigami who was once their master. Did Menos have a concept of double-crossing, did they know he'd see them slain now?

Karin was their executioner, not him, and thus they waited, they watched, they even so much as loomed forward toward them both with their lanky cloak-esque figures, pointed noses sniffing, and piercing red eyes aglow, curious, curious and so stupidly unaware. Only when her bow was drawn would they reel backward and lash out in retaliation regardless of Gin's presence beside her.

✧          “     you say that,  but no one has volunteered their head yet.   unless you want to do the honors.     ”          she takes his words in stride,  falling in line quite easily for someone who she just met.   it comes with practice,  there’s an armor to her skin that has words bounce off harmlessly;   though,  she knows that with this,  it’ll be different.   something real attached to the signs.   the shinigami speaks like he has all the answers,  but it’s true that Karin should be more careful about what she wishes for.   

seeing the gaping hole that the man created out of the sky,  her skin tingles with both the foreign spiritual pressure leaking out like an untapped faucet and the endless possibilities that this little trip can end…   all of them being not well.   she should be smarter than this,  she is smarter than this   —   it’s why she trusts her instinct to move forward.   if he cast a line then she willingly took it,  hook and all.   she looks into what seems like an endless void,  a gaping mouth taunting and daring for her to step through.   she hasn’t seen one of these portals up close,  despite the dangers she knows is on the other side she can’t help but to be moved by curiosity.   Karin puts down the wooden bow she “borrowed” from school and the set of arrows strapped to her back,  unnecessary equipment at this point.

the girl steels herself,  but doesn’t move yet as she raises a brow at the tall guide beside her.          “     if you ditch me there,  i really will use your head for target practice.     ”          not to mention,  of course,  the very angry substitute soul reaper that has proven time and time again that even Hell wouldn’t stop him in his tracks if someone messed with his family,  again.   even just the thought of her brother makes her believe everything will be alright,  but that isn’t the point of breaching the gap:   should this be a test,  of bravery if nothing else,  then she’ll prove that all this training isn’t amounting to nothing.

“     fair warning that i still can’t do the walking on air thing,  so…   don’t let me fall,  i guess.     ”          Karin pinches her bracelet closer to her skin,  almost making sure that it’s still there.   satisfied by its cool surface around her wrist,  she remembers that she should leave a message to someone before disappearing and sends her sister a text,  an extra precaution.   when she’s done,  she gives Gin a nod.          “     get me back in one piece and i’ll have Yuzu save you a seat for dinner.   we’re having katsu curry ramen and cheesecake for dessert,  and you really don’t want to miss that.     ”

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honestly heartbroken.

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❝ Rangiku haaaaates it when I start sayin' how much force it'd actually take to cave a skull in when we're watchin' horror movies together. Really, I think I'm jus' addin' some fun facts into the mix ~ ! ❞

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Happy Halloween !! This year I’m dressin’ up as a massive disappointment — good, yeah?

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Not me thinking about little Gin freshly given the Third Seat rank trotting around with Aizen and ---- y'know, nobody's properly met him yet, they just heard rumors about this prodigy with the strong Shikai, and then they see this lil thing running around and maybe they think 'oh, cute?' or something. Then he turns and smiles at them and the killing intent and sinister aura he radiates is so overwhelming like Kenpachi's that they're doubling over and scrambling to try and run away from him.

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out of character. My brain's doing that thing where it is incapable of perceiving yet aware of my (checks) 44 drafts -- though, at least 75% of those are very old, which brings me to my next confession: I gotta drop'em. Not all of them, but I literally cannot do this anymore, I kept holding onto certain threads because I wanted to eventually get to everything, but it's been over a year for some and I just can't bring myself to even reread them. My eyes glaze over and my mind blanks.

So, sorry y'all, but I gotta throw the towel in now. I'll be keeping about... 10, say, and that's being hopeful. The surprise is which 10, and I ain't spillin' that yet. This does not include asks.