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“Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, blood and revenge are hammering in my head”

— Aaaron, Titus Andronicus, Act II Scene iii, William Shakespeare (via wrathofashakespearelover)

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Captain Aizen is not feared because he can use Kyōka Suigetsu. Kyōka Suigetsu’s power is terrifying, but this alone would not have been enough to subdue those who would rather die than obey. There was only one reason those powerful Espada were able to function as a group in spite of their own personal motives... He is strong. Captain Aizen’s abilities are far beyond that of anyone else.

You will take precautions against his Kyōka Suigetsu? Your plans are not good enough. You shall take precautions against everything else? Your plans are still not good enough. Even if you should gather your minds and take precautions against unfortunate events such as the sky falling or the earth splitting, Captain Aizen’s abilities are far beyond your plans.

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@kurosakilchigo / continued from here.

At a distance was the harsh clashing of metal, the surging of power and the desperation of battle. Yet Gin would leisurely seat himself upon a portion of rubble.

Once Ichigo had professed a description of normality, Gin was silent for a time. ❝I could speak of the weather on this fine day,❞ he gave a short laugh as he propped his elbow at his knee and his chin at the back of his hand.

In a manner of speaking, their ambitions were not dissimilar. For Gin aimed to challenge a power and intelligence worthy of divinity. However, no matter the pursuit Gin would always refuse to alter himself or move to achieve transcendence, even if this refusal would lead to his own demise. ❝Nosce te ipsum—know thyself,❞ he mused as his head subtly inclined with interest. Not long before, Rangiku had come before Gin and he felt a terrible cruelty rise in his heart. It struggled viciously to erase a delicate piece of him which she could effortlessly bestir.

Arising from his position with a swing of his weight, Gin would approach Ichigo without haste. ❝Has your will remained in spite of all else? Or have ya allowed a fluctuatin’ influence to sway your resolve?❞ Pausing not far, Gin rested his sinewy wrists upon the hilt of the sword at his waist, his presence not bearing an apparent intent.

❝Waverin’ shall render death unto those ya care for and your own shall be close at hand.❞

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A beginning for @rhoeade

With a circuitous vengeance fulfilled, the Hōgyoku came into Gin’s possession; the enigmatic sphere capable of materializing one’s innermost desire. This power would never serve Gin as it had Aizen, for there was no wish to transcend beyond the self.

Bearing no thought of redemption, Gin would remain hidden among humanity and with fascination observed the day a celestial star descended, plunging into the atmosphere and colliding with the earth. In the wake of disaster and catastrophe which caused humanity’s numbers to dwindle, an enormous metropolis emerged to serve as the centre of civilization. In this bustling conglomeration, Gin walked among the people unseen.

It was by mere chance another Shinigami addressed him as Captain Ichimaru. The man had been a subordinate, who now implored Gin surrender himself to Soul Society and in time rejoin their ranks. When this entreaty had come to an end, Gin swiftly cut the man down, for he would not enter confinement of his own will.

The weapon doused in red held at his side, Gin gradually turned when he sensed another observed him. While cleansing the blade at his sleeve and returning it to the scabbard, he approached the woman whose presence was unlike those about her. ❝Evidently your perception is fine indeed.❞ He inclined his head with subtle curiosity.

❝Quite the countenance this realm of humanity has adopted,❞ he spoke as his gaze momentarily followed those who passed him by and the civilization which rose high above them.

Resting his arm comfortably upon the wakizashi at his waist, Gin looked to her once more. ❝I would be interested to hear of your role among the rabble. Ya are one of these Sinners I hear of, are ya not? A curious choice of distinction for those who possess abilities beyond the ordinary.❞

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Shinsō (神鎗) and her maker.

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fangirl challenge 3/7 heartbreaking moments» bleach: chapter 416 ❝I failed.❞

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ALIAS. Viktoria.

AGE. 26.

ZODIAC. Virgo. Only five days before Gin’s birthday. T’was destiny.

HEIGHT. 170cm (~5’7).

HOBBIES. Reading, writing, cooking, running, kayaking, people watching, pondering, dressing Victorian/Edwardian, classical concerts.

FAVOURITE COLOUR. Black and forest green.

FAVOURITE BOOKS. Anything written by George Gissing or Dostoyevsky. I also love ancient stoic philosophy (Aurelius, Cicero, Plato).

LAST SONG. A Mother’s Love by Léandre Monette.

LAST MOVIE. Rewatched Ida regénye (2022).

LAST SHOW. Dungeon Meshi.

RECENT READ. Rereading The Unclassed by George Gissing.

TAGGED BY: @aftapati <3 TAGGING: @illholy , @unladielike , @furiaei , @rangikuxmatsumoto , @dusty-gunslinger / @blonddynamite !

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KIGAKURUTTA'S GIN ICHIMARU TELLS THE VESSEL OF LIGHT : ❛ of course you have. you feel guilt. you want redemption. ❜ ( QUOTES THAT BROKE ME PROMPTS. ACCEPTING ! )

Silence comes forth. And silence is a manner of an answer in and of itself. In silence, there lies not comfort, yet sooner the weight & the buzzing of everything left unsaid. It is to silence we give our utmost despair, our hopes, our dreams. We conjure a palace, a cathedral of everything that we give not to the world, creating it in the space of silence.

Ariel's temple is white marble stained red. Her hands nowadays become painted crimson from all the lives she wishes to save. From the (im)possible ambition she has set for herself, I wish for my light to heal all wounded! A grand wish, a beautiful wish [ ... ] in theory. In reality, you cannot save all of them. Some are past saving, while others do not wish to be saved. Who are you to decide who gets to live, or who gets to die? Who are you to decide your saving of them will absolve you of your most horrid & rotten sin?

A world-weary sigh emerges from parted lips when faux holy thing sinks her bloodied hands into a basin, the water coming to borrow the colour staining her palms. Water, this element so pure, ever unwillingly coming to carry the filth of our hands. We might re-become pure through its cleansing, all the while we burden it with the arduous task of carrying our dirt. Though, that which could be cleaned from the skin might not forsake the mind, the heart, the memory.

She cannot contradict him. Yes! She does want to be redeemed! She wishes for the light to await for her at the end of this dark tunnel! She never meant to pull that trigger! She never meant for it to end the way it did! Her vision momentarily blurs, and false Saintess does not turn to face Ichimaru. Perhaps, there is no absolution for her. Perhaps, for all her efforts to be something pure & kind & good, the never-ending torment of Hell awaits. [ You can clean your hands a thousand times, Ariel. It will never erase the blood of the murder! ]

Reaching for a cloth nearby, the healer begins to dry her hands. The cloth, once white, now begins to carry a subtle hue of pink, diluted from the ichor-red of before. "I do," she confesses so simply, so easily & yet these words become akin to a black snake coiling itself around her white, soft, dainty throat. The coil tightens, all until it begins to suffocate her, the aforementioned deadly creature prepared to strike. "I am not a stranger to violence. For all this, I do not wish to perpetuate more violence in the world." But, the existence of violence seldom ever seems to take into account individual wishes.

"Yes," Ariel further confesses, "I carry guilt with me. At times, I believe I carry so much of it, that there is no apt word to capture it or describe it." Her patient from before could be thankful for the hands that saved them, or they could resent the knowing they have been forced to participate in this wretched life a day more. "And, yes, I do wish for absolution, though I understand there might be none to be found for a Sinner like me." // @kigakurutta

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«Tabula Rasa», двойной концерт для двух скрипок, струнного оркестра и подготовленного фортепиано (1977)

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A beginning for @destructivourr

Among a deafening quietude, with a subtle smile and pale eyes unshrouded, Gin steadily held his wakizashi at his side, a winding trail of deep red along the metal. Strewn out before him lay an array of Shinigami which had been silenced with ease. When Gin had offered them his name, they had perhaps imagined it was opportunity presenting itself: an old traitor who was said to have become a mere shadow of his former self. Yet they found this had been fallacious verbiage, a veneer Gin had presented in captivity.

One pursuer remained: a man who could only bear witness as his comrades were felled in an instant. When faced with death, the man fled with all he possessed. For a time, Gin simply observed the departure. In the far distance he noticed a presence which was familiar; the deserter too engrossed in retreat to pay it any mind.

As the survivor was nearing the familiar power, Gin would appear and swiftly put an end to him. ❝It has been quite some time,❞ he regarded Grimmjow as he spoke.

With the pursuers finished, Gin’s attention languidly moved to the right arm which had long been unmoving and concealed. Pushing back his kimono from the right shoulder displayed the foul and degrading remains; a rotted thing bound to him. Without hesitation or an outward sign of endurance, Gin would sever the deformity and scorch the wound, his blood seeping into the fabric.

Bending to skewer the fallen limb upon his blade, he stood straight once more and threw the appendage in Grimmjow’s direction. ❝I present a commemoration. For this has ceased to be of use.❞ With a low laugh his gaze shifted to the motionless Shinigami not far. ❝Though I myself have never indulged, I trust your adept experience.❞

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❝ I can feel the shadows clinging to your reiatsu. I won’t judge you—but I will try to understand you. ❞ Words that feel almost rare slipped from woman’s lips, emerald irises fixed on the male in a manner that could be described as intense yet not completely overwhelming as there was a slight curiosity to her tone / An unprompted ask, hope that’s fine with you!

⸻ @florarosae

With a subtle inclination of the head, Gin regarded her in silence for a time. The anomaly of the Kurobane clan, whom he had known only through the talk of others. Though having never spoken with her, Captain Aizen’s estimations of her ability and the purpose she may serve had intrigued him. She bore a striking intensity, yet Gin would remain at ease. For he had spent the majority of his life near figures of immense presence and keen perceptions.  

It was of no surprise when he heard her speak of perceiving the nefarious aspects in his nature and the influence it had upon his essence. He had long abandoned the infinitesimal semblance of a heart he possessed in favour of the pervasive amorality at his core. The ambition he had chosen to pursue would demand no less than his entirety; to harbour or tolerate frailty would only prove fatal.

❝An unusual endeavour,❞ his smile gradually drew back from his teeth.

❝I would be curious to hear why ya would seek to understand a nature such as mine.❞ With a low laugh he languidly rested his wrists at the hilt of his Zanpakutō. ❝Ya may find nothin’ which could be deemed pleasant. At least, not to those who possess a gentle heart, or to those who incline toward a particular perception of morality.❞

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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

Ah! Thank you Hanji, very sweet of you!

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Гин Ичимару x Российская Империя

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※ drawn by the lovely kiro. ※ Judith & Gin ( @kigakurutta) activities ! I wanted them TOGETHER and doing suspicious things!

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‘  you know you should go outside and be with the three-dimensional people.   ’ (Friends meme.) //would ghosts such as Gin be considered three-dimensional? 🤔

       FRIENDS. » still accepting!

    "But it's sweltering outside, Ginny! Not to mention I have you as company... so who really needs three dimensional people anyways? Besides, they're probably all out at the beach, having a super itchy-twitchy, lovey dovey summer without me..." Vivian lazily mumbles. Of course, what she failed to mention was that Gin being easy on the eyes and having white hair prevented her from really wanting to move from her spot on the bed, where she laid with both her arms and legs splayed out as cold blasts of air from the fans above cascaded over her prone body.

    Why, in the event her mother was still around, she would no doubt scold her for not changing into her pyjamas before getting into bed, but at the moment, she couldn't exactly bring herself to care when the only one around was her hot ghost friend.

    "Speaking of love, Ginny... do you ever have an urge to throw rocks at happy couples?" Vivian then questions before bringing herself to stare listlessly up at the ceiling. "Or are you actually normal?"

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❝One cannot be disappointed in contemplatin’ a myriad of possibility, if one is unfettered by an ill temperament.❞ To have been disappointed, Gin would need to perceive frailty, a lacking rational, or outright imbecility; conditions which could not be attributed to the present company.

According to strategists, the predominant factors which govern the art of war include moral law, heaven, earth, the commander, and method or discipline. The first, morality, Gin would contort to suit his own character. For all warfare is based on deception and without moral laws to govern his actions, few methods were beyond his tolerance. ❝What harm could there be in revealin’ somethin’ of yourself?❞ Gin knew when it would be unwise to face an opponent with the intent to kill, particularly when before the unrivalled power Aizen innately possessed. In a direct engagement Gin would presently lose, but displays of pure physicality and spiritual ability held little interest for him.

❝How might one negate your manipulation of the senses? Besides of course, pluckin’ out one’s eyes.❞

It was far from aleviating to have the enigmatic individual in equivalence of a limbless reptilian, as a subordinate --- the notion of trustfulness was absent from his own lexicon, superseded with the opposite connotations. The aspect of trust constitutes of reliance, and eventual dependence. Sōsuke Aizen belongs on a whole other spectrum, incapable of engaging in such particularities; antipathetic and compassionless.

In regardance of anything aforementioned, the mention of inquiry prompted the subtle arch of two slender brows, allowing this as the sole unveilment of expressionism. A miscellany of hypothetical scenarios crossed his mind, offering a thorough screenplay of suppositioned conclusions. The anticipation of the unexpected was welcomed in constancy, as the foreseen was abhorred; such was the result of wielding mountainous mastery in prognosticating, due to forthplanning.

❛ Whilst I do understand the mindset, I would advice you to never have such mentality planted, as you may be greeted with great disappointment in the near or even distant future. ❜

A concise pause, soon to cease with a characteristically deep voice echoing the walls environing them once more.

❛ However, I am quite intrigued to hear what you desire in return, so mayhaps, I may be inclined to accommodate. ❜

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❝Thus, ya beckon me forth.❞ Without haste, Gin would make his way to the former Espada. ❝Have ya not considered exercisin’ restraint?❞ He gave a slow shake of the head, his disappointment garish in its presentation.

❝Rather than the vulgar drivel ya spouted, ya could have said,❞ Gin looked back in the direction he had approached from. ❝Ichimaru, your insufferable vocals screech in the ears. And have ya not grown weary of makin’ such an utterly hideous contortion of your profile?❞ He faced Grimmjow once more with a broadening smile.

Gin would then speak in a tone without ostentatious merriment, his features effortlessly adopting a languid subtlety: ❝Or—if ya should wish to impart a wound of real depth. One must come to know another quite well and make use of that which he holds dear. Whether this be another individual or his own pride and dignity.❞