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blog update: officially putting this blog on indefinite hiatus. i may come back to it in the future, but i really don't know when that'll be. that goes along with my eddie + warren sideblogs. however, the animanga muses will be moved to a separate multi. i will be dropping all threads and inboxes for a fresh start. so sorry! but i am eager to start new things there! ( can be found here ! )

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interaction call --- please specify for this one because i will be working on this when i come in and out of this blog since i'm not always around here.

it could be a starter, a few memes, and/or me coming to bust your door down to plot. as a new rule of thumb, i try to always send a couple memes to new mutuals to break the ice anyways, but sometimes i forget so this will help be a marker for me to interact as well!

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Quick orihime before going to work

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↪ Alfonsina Storni, from Mask & Clover: Poems "The Siren" / Tumblr / Unknown from Pinterest / Unknown from Pinterest / Warsan Shire / Linger by The Cranberries / Don’t Delete the Kisses by Wolf Alice / Vladimir Nabokov / Tumblr

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interaction call --- please specify for this one because i will be working on this when i come in and out of this blog since i'm not always around here.

it could be a starter, a few memes, and/or me coming to bust your door down to plot. as a new rule of thumb, i try to always send a couple memes to new mutuals to break the ice anyways, but sometimes i forget so this will help be a marker for me to interact as well!

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she didn't want to feel like she was holding anyone back , but orihime also wasn't going to give up. after all, they're a team. talia has her back and she would be sure to try her best to have talia's.

" you're right! " glancing around the corner of the building they're hiding behind, she spots a couple shinigamis patrolling the area. " hmm ... where would they keep information like that ? or, should we try to eavesdrop? "

@knightrope said: ❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ - orihime @ talia!

REB IS TOO LAZY TO FIND THE MEME

SHE BLINKS AT ORIHIME'S WORDS, dismissing her bow in an instant. She turns over to look at her and smiles.

"Oh? It's nothing Orihime." She gives a smile, going to look around at the Sereitei. Where could've the others have gone?

"We should go find the others in the meantime, or even try to find information about where Rukia-san is at."

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* tendou's character design, personality, fighting style, and zanpakuto.

character design : hayato has buzzed, bleached hair that he often dyes. his original hair colour is black with a purplish hue. he wears a billowy bottom hakama that cinches at the ankles, a sleeveless shihakusho, black fingerless gloves that go up to the elbow. he has multiple ear piercings, a right eyebrow piercing, nose bridge piercing, and multiple tattoos on his torso, arms, and a large one on the right side of his neck. ( the images found here on his pinterest board are reference images rather than exact representations. )

personality : a man of few words, knows just what words to use to hurt you, much of what he says has weight behind it and can be calculated depending on context, dark humor, sarcastic, judgemental, straightforward, well-versed in proper etiquette and is well-spoken, can be polite, genius intellect, uninspired and lazy when it comes to accepting further responsibility, stubborn.

fighting style / further abilities : prefers using kido first in battle, both well-versed and strong in hado and bakudo, employs lots of acrobatic moves in battle, stealthy and extremely flexible. makes use of throwing knives that he keeps hidden in the fabric of his shihakusho.

other abilities / skills : contortionist, acrobat, cooks and sews, immune to a number of poisons.

zanpakuto : shikai release = 'choke', name for his zanpakuto translates to 'poison mouth'. unreleased, it's a wazikashi sword with a red hilt, worn at his right hip. in it's released state, it consists of ten blades that he uses as projectiles. when injured with a blade, a slow-acting poison enters the bloodstream, gradually infecting the person, first slowing them down and affecting the muscles, then targeting organs such as the lungs foremost, with the brain as the last to go. each slash only injects a certain amount of poison, a microdosage. depending on how quickly a person is slashed in succession determines how likely they are to be fully poisoned and die. ( meaning, the more quickly you're slashed and the more times you are, then you're most likely to die ). however, with hayato's fighting style, he tends to be sadistic, toying with the enemy. so, along with the nature of his zanpakuto and his fighting style, the death is usually slow and agonizing.

another ability of his, using his zanpakuto: he's currently able to swallow up to five of the blades, rendering his body a living poison. although for him, it increases his stamina if he's injured and neutralizes injuries. for others, if touched, an enemy's flesh begins to fester, creating boils and rotting flesh.

kurotsuchi mayuri has helped develop an antidote for the poison used by tendou's zanpakuto, which mayuri, nemu, akon and tendou only have access to.

weaknesses : his shikai has no natural defense besides if he uses the ability to turn his body into poison. after a fight, it takes him 7-10 days to fully recover / safe to be around others as his body "digests" the poison.

other weaknesses include : a phobia of rodents and bats.

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* lore for hayato tendou.

tendou is an illegitimate child of one of the noble families. thus, he's cast out to preserve the pure image of the nobles and forbidden to make contact. his mother, too, abandons him in the rukongai and her status is unknown.

taken in by the hayato family, he adopts their last name. however, life is still difficult in the rukongai and he often faced abuse and ridicule by those who know of his background, degrading him for being a tossed away half-noble; added on by the tribulation many already face living in the slums of the soul society.

because of this experience, hayato harbors a grudge towards those of nobility. although he's grown out of the thinking that all those of nobility are the same and just as bad as the next, he's cold and speaks rudely towards those of noble status until / if he warms up to them. one such figure he hasn't warmed up to nor might ever is kuchiki byakuya.

originally, when he first graduated, he was assigned to the twelfth division. he worked closely with akon, showing a keen interest in chemistry and developing biochemical weapons for special use. he often went on research missions conducted by vice captain nemu to collect anything that might be of use to captain mayuri in his projects.

currently, he serves in the second division. although he has the capability to be a seated officer, he purposely downplays his skill to avoid further responsibility.

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i think that seto could be manipulated into joining an antagonist group to the shingami if they played on her deep-seated feelings of distrust amongst the powers that be and deep distrust within herself that prevents her from realizing her true potential even though she wants to. (phew, that sentence is so long and heavy).

i created her with the idea that she's lost in a sense that. she doesn't truly know herself but she wants to, but she's afraid. the true nature of her zanpakuto is an illusionary type. it acts as an agent of healing and medicine, but its nature is much more sinister which speaks to seto's own soul. while i don't think she herself is a bad person, i think that in repressing so much of herself, it's festered into something potentially sinister which all got focused into her zanpakuto. the act of hiding yourself as something kind and renewing, while the power behind it could be turned bad.

anyways, i don't know yet how it comes to be, but the central 46 are monitoring her, and for good reason. but, they aren't trying to protect her or foster any goodwill between herself and the gotei. she isn't fully aware of this fact but the way things are going, she doesn't have to in order to feel alienated.

along with that, she doesn't have really many friends within the gotei. or, rather any friendships that she feels are genuine. this is a byproduct of insecurities and environment. she can probably count on one hand who she feels is actually genuine with her.

so, yeah. villain era for seto would be interesting.

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if i could borrow my middle school, bleach-obsessed brain for a hot second, making these aus and verses would be so much easier

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new gin art by animation director (@sey__)

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thinkin 'bout her again

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[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep - ferris (maybe soft for once < 33 hehee )

no matter the evidence, the tangibility, she  still  has  a  hard  time  believing  all  of  this  is  real.  that  he’s  alive  and  well,  not  dead  as  she  thought.  sometimes  her  body  doesn’t  always  understand  either,  keeping  her  awake  all  night  just  to  watch  him.  measure  the  rise  and  fall  of  his  chest,  map  each  toss  and  turn  he  makes.

only  when  he  reaches  out,  hand  brushing  against  her  arm,  does  she  relax.  she  can’t  help  but  marvel  at  this,  as  she  always  does.  for  a  man  like  ferris,  who  has  built  walls  so  high  they  could  cleave  heaven  itself,  to  fall  asleep  in  another’s  presence. to fall asleep in hers. it means something, and it’s  maybe  the  one  thing  she’s  never  taken  for  granted.

pressing as close as she can, valerie stretches out against him, slipping a leg between his, as if trying to make them one being. head nestled in the crook of his neck, she exhales, murmurs, "i missed you." words trivialize the grief that festers, but words are all she has in that moment, spilling forth thoughtlessly in the black gloom of night.

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the world is quiet, unknowable to him as he's taken from the alleyway into the custody of elektra's faction. the bumpy ride, the dubious stares, the watchful gaze of his .... savior? and then later on, the pain that would come from tending to the numerous injuries that litter his body is not even enough to rouse him.

once or twice, amidst his recovery, his eyes attempt to flutter open and adjust to the lighting that casts the room in a clinical glow. after all, their hideout isn't exactly cozy, but it's what's needed when the injured must recover. he vaguely registers a presence at bedside, a hesitation but an eventual gentle, lingering touch that he wants to stay. everything blends together as if in a distant dream, reaching but never grasping the sensations that surround him.

when matthew finally does wake, it progresses into a violent commotion. upon registering that he's anywhere other than home, he brings his hands to his face, finding his helmet removed as well as the rest of his suit. he's clothed in comfortable sweats and a t-shirt, the sheets are soft and non-abrasive to his skin. it's not like the sheets at home, but they'd been clearly chosen by someone who was well aware of his sensitivities.

as soon as he rises from the bed, grappling for whatever is nearby to gain a further understanding of his surroundings, the door flies open and hands push him back. despite the sore aches and flaring pain in his abdomen, matthew pushes back, and yells to be told where he is. it's not until a commanding voice rises above it all , that his unfixed gaze points towards the entryway to his room.

" ----elektra? "

A commotion is already underway when Elektra and her team arrive on the scene. Grunts and impacts on flesh below — not exactly the sounds of mutual combat — though clearly, something has interrupted the path of this box truck. One of three trucks in a separated convoy, two false leads to mask the one true target. Elektra has come from the site of one fake and can only hope they get lucky with the second mark.

The truck in question is upright but has crushed into the metal grate of a closed storefront. The windshield appears nearly shattered from the impact of something that has left a round hole through the center. Too large for a bullet, even seen at this distance. Lights on, engine groaning against the command to reverse, about half of its defenders working to get it unwedged and moving again.

She and her school of ninja descend on them. The sound of action from below ceases as her team is noticed, a second wave attacking from behind as they close in on those guarding the truck. But Elektra is the Black Sky, and she gives her followers something to drop jaw about handling their enemies.

It's only after the dust and bodies have neatly settled, after the back of the truck has been thrown open, does someone alert her to the presence of another. What to do with him, they wonder? This half-dead — dying? — warrior? "Bring him." A simple order, yet she anticipates unspoken questions. "He may be useful."

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she is stubborn, heels dug into the ground. she wishes sometimes that it wasn't so, that she could abandon all that she believed to be at the side of the person she loved most in this universe. but, she's not convinced that it wouldn't turn into something twisted , that it would compromise everything she is. does that mean that she loves herself more ? that she was selfish ?

while it had been a different situation entirely, nyota promised herself long ago she would never lose herself , compromise her sense of self. so sure in her identity, clinging to it even as stubbornly as he says she is. spock knows that, has always known that, and that likely hurts him more. she wonders if he expected her to yield that.

her heart softens, bottom lip trembles. " i miss you, too. i miss us, spock. " all this history between them weighs heavily. " i know what it's like to feel lost. to feel angry, to feel ... loss. but, i know it's different for you, and it's different to --- " see what you saw, nyota doesn't say. to see his mother disappear before his eyes. it wasn't the same. " i wish i could have known what to do to help you through that. "

he cannot have what he has abandoned . && tears that were shed like memories of him , eventually dissolved . the spock that uhura knew , the spock that existed before everything had happened , was gone . taken to the winds of time && space with no inclination that he may return . how could spock come back after all of that . after all of this . even he could not forgive himself . he could not expect nyota to do the very same .

&& yet , the vulcan is desperate for her to reciprocate his touch . even for tonight . that maybe he is not totally gone , that he exists somewhere && can be salvaged . can be saved .

days have been such a blur , bleeding into years . but that day , that day when vulcan died && his mother was lost && the HELL that broke loose on the bridge was so crystal clear in his mind that he could still see every face , every flicker of emotion . every single breath exhaled .

his eyes closed , eyelashes flickering softly as nyota spoke . ❝ even my logic can not help me justify myself , ❞ he said quietly . ❝ && NOTHING i can say will ever make you stay . it didn't back then , it won't now . ❞ a pause as he lifted his eyes to meet hers . ❝ you're too stubborn for that to work . ❞ he added .

as she stepped away , spock remained still , before deflating . ❝ i miss you , nyota . i thought i didn't but i do . ❞

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" well, i do love a good disguise. " the opportunity to dress up has always been a favorite part of their missions. " but, i don't think we'll have the best options. " stepping into a nearby corridor, seemingly unpopulated compared to the rest where distant noise was coming from, nyota glances around for any type of door that could lead to a supply area of sorts. maybe there would be extra uniforms there. if they're fortunate, there could be a locker room with more pickings. " i do hope they have something in red. "

❛   we are hardly ever alone.   ❜ Carol murmurs while her hand grips the phaser set to STUN. ❛   let's try to stick together since we can't trust anyone else here. we should also dress more . . . appropriately.   ❜ it's safer to try to blend in to avoid unwanted attention. then they can try to figure out a way to get the HELL out of here, even if it means they must do some mingling.