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Anaïs Nin, from The Voice

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I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel

Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar”

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out of character. I SAW THAT LIKE Y'LIL SHIT @dokuhai Y'WANT GIN TO KILL RANGIKU SO BAD IT MAKES YA LOOK STUPID --

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out of character. The results are in, I gotta be more unhinged -- soft!Gin lost the poll narrowly. Like this post if you want Gin to kill your character ;)

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out of character. I love getting a notification for a starter that was posted two years ago that I never saw! Thanks, Tumblr, I hate it!

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RUNNER UP:

cauterizing rage

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

Once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

acerbic wit

you're a mentor — a scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

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Once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?

acerbic wit

you're a mentor — a scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

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lu for the love of fuck --

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happy birthday kira izuru ! for @owabisuru

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to bite the hand that feeds you

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out of character. Seriously though!! Gin's out here just going after One Guy(tm) and really only ruining, primarily, his own life (while making Rangiku sad by extension, sure, and we'll just set aside his whole random thing with Rukia) but Tokinada????? He's out here ruining lives left and right, he's got like 10+ victims and multiple murders that were utterly needless and solely so he could be more of a bastard. Why's he got a whole ass list of people he's glad didn't get to be involved with killing him all because, out of pettiness, he wanted them to not have any closure? He literally is out here like 'man am I glad these 15+ people are going to have to live with the fact that they didn't get to kill me' whilst bleeding out. This petty bastard. This stinky man. The fandom owes Ichimaru Gin an apology, he could've been so much worse.

out of character. I'm reading up on Can't Fear Your Own World and man Tokinada's nasty, petition for Gin to be forgiven by the Bleach fandom for all of his crimes because what the fuck --

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out of character. I'm reading up on Can't Fear Your Own World and man Tokinada's nasty, petition for Gin to be forgiven by the Bleach fandom for all of his crimes because what the fuck --

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Quickest way to my heart? Stab wound probably.

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Auction, Quan Barry

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TIME MOVED DIFFERENTLY FOR SHINIGAMI, and even if she was no longer fully human, Gin still remained a nearly unchanged constant in comparison. He wasn't without his own struggles -- but hers were far more blatant than him having lost some weight, still with the sickly appearance of a specter rather than a man. The familiarity was nearly lost in that, despite him standing there, Gin was seemingly not present at all.

He smiled that gut-wrenching grin of his, that far-away facade mixed with genuine relief, sadness, guarded -- always guarded, always three paces out of reach. The oddity of how he was glad to see her and the grief of time's passage made the entire ordeal bittersweet. Against that all, he stood unaffected, distanced even from his own feelings on the matter. A small swaying step forward, he did not lose his elegant weightlessness, his ethereal glow was not imagined; this was a spirit of great power regardless of his slim, skeletal features.

❝ Ain't no reason for apologizin', it's alright. ❞ He understood better than anyone how one could be overtaken by life -- he had been, too, ever since that day in Karakura Town, ripped apart and left for dead. He just got over being sick, to boot, almost two week's worth of dealing with an illness that wrecked him -- he wasn't exactly the epitome of healthy at the moment. Sleep-deprived and fatigued, the air still hissed around him with a thickened weight that came natural. He was so accustomed to, over the years, allowing his reiatsu to blanket a space so as to keep others at bay. With Jane, he repressed it, sucking inward the latent power that otherwise could suffocate anyone lesser.

The moonlit night cast sharp shadows, yet it suited him -- that silver glow. The streetlight overhead flickered when Gin's head tilted to one side in consideration, chin tipping upward in an honest query.

❝ Have ya found some peace, at least? ❞

IT WAS A GHOST FROM THE PAST. When Jane was still human, or was considered one, she recalled every ounce of anger she had for him. He was also someone that tamed the heat; --- Becoming somewhat of a family in her eyes, that was so ... Odd. She never imagined seeing him again; --- A part of her thought he had died, like her humanity did when they parted ways. Over something so trivial as their mutual wrath.

He walks like a corpse, but is seemingly livelier in her eyes, surprisingly. Maybe it was her nostalgia that caused her to see him with some glow, but he still plagued her with how skeletal he looked.

[ If death could be a person, a pale comparison would be Gin himself. ]

❝ ... I don't know what to say. ❞ She began, shoulders slumping as she turned to face him fully. They were alone, so it permitted Jane to reveal more of her human side to someone that still contained some in her eyes. She smiles at him, though it is a sad one.

She's exhausted too, she doesn't want to scream or yell. That's exclusively for her victims. Gin was ...

Family.

❝ I'm sorry. ❞ She began, stepping closer to the ghost of her past. ❝ Things came up, things changed ... But you haven't one bit. It's kinda nostalgic. ❞ She chuckled, shaking her head as she looks down at his feet for a moment. A moment of silence & the half demon found herself able to speak. ❝ If it makes you feel better, I missed ya. ❞