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Rangiku posting

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The bar had been crowded that night, a mixture of current squad members and soon to be graduates, intermingling. Many took the opportunity to either sell their division to the soon-to-be-recruits or a chance to get to know members of the division that they hoped to be welcomed into – as her and her usual drinking buddies they had sequestered themselves in a private backroom.

After enough sake had been split between them, the decision had been made to leave – head to another bar that wasn’t as loud, or as crowded. But on their departure, weaving their way through eager faces and their own divisions members she had seen Ikkaku make a beeline for an individual. Even through all the noise of the bar, Ikkaku’s pitch and tone carried which had her waltzing over to see what the fuss was all about. By context alone, she had a clear understanding, he was actively attempting (more like threatening) this guy to join the Eleventh. She had rolled her eyes as she draped an arm upon Ikkaku’s shoulder, remarking that he sounded desperate and was trying way too hard, to recruit him. Ikkaku had protested, shrugging off her remarks – and her arm – as he launched into why the Eleventh was the perfect place for Zoro, that was his name, got it.

Offhandedly, and with a dismissive wave, she turned, but not before latching an arm around Ikkaku to forcefully drag him away but pausing enough to throw a glance over at Zoro, “Look, the Eleventh may want you, and hell, maybe it would be perfect for you but there is the Tenth…And with us, you wouldn’t have to kill a person to get a officers’ position. Think about it.” Ikkaku had screeched the rest of the way out of the bar about how she had tried ‘poaching’ Zoro out from under him, which she had promptly ignored.

In all honesty, she had even forgotten about the remark till a few days later when the files for each recruit had been placed upon her desk. The first among them, Roronoa Zoro, the name striking a bell. Clearly, he had taken her remark into consideration; and more so, had requested his placement within the Tenth.

She knew she’d never hear the end of it from Ikkaku when word made it to him that he had picked the Tenth over the Eleventh, but what else was new. Her chair legs scraped lightly upon the floorboards as she pushed back, rounding her desk as she heard footsteps approaching down the hallway. Leaning upon the edge, nails drumming upon the surface, she smiled as she beckoned the door to open and Zoro bowed.

“Welcome, to the Tenth, Zoro.” She waved him in before her hand rested casually upon her hip. “You know, I didn’t expect you to take my proposal to heart, but…” She shrugged with a sly smile upon her features, “I’m glad you did.”

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He had one small bag of belongings compared to the rest of the graduates that were trickling out of the academy slung over his shoulder, free hand resting so that his wrist was propped against one of the two swords at his side. Their assigned roles had been handed out that morning. His own, held in his hand so that he could present it when he arrived, directing him to head to the 10th Division. Something even his professors had arched a brow at when he'd applied there instead of the 11th. Going so far as to decline the offer to join the 11th Division earlier than the others.

It had seemed like to much of a hassle already and he'd not been part of the division. As rumors about him apparently spread closer and closer to graduation, more and more of the division known for fighting had shown up to challenge him or try to recruit him. The constant barrage causing his naps to be interrupted and breaking his meditations when trying to focus on enhancing his skills. It had been irritating and exhausting.

It wasn't until the offhanded comment he'd heard from Matsumoto, the fukutaichou of the 10th division when out drinking with friends, that he had solidified his choice of where to request placement. Learning that the 3rd seat was still open and since he had a feeling that he'd end up seated anyway gave him a perfect alternative to the 11th Division. Just because he loved to fight didn't mean he had to join them after all.

Reaching his new home he paused at the door, showing the letter to the guard before following another to the fukutaichou's office for placement. Entering only once a voice echoed from inside, one hand still resting on the hilt at his side. Bowing slightly upon entrance as he said in a tone that was utterly bored sounding and void of emotion. "Roronoa Zoro, reporting for duty."

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is this the urge to actually write?

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one week until Taylor Swift drops The Tortured Poets Department and wrecks me emotionally.

my angst writing is going to be back in full fucking force.

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TYBW Zenith Gacha -Reinforcements-

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New graph art illustration for 『BLEACH 千年血戦篇』

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Hey, not dead.

But I am still getting over a cold that I have officially had for a week, now I think it's morphing into some terrible allergy mix because it's pollen season in the south. Not spring. Pollen. Because it was also like 83 degrees yesterday.

I am going to try to knock out some replies tomorrow before I take my scheduled mental health day on Friday. Bear with me for a bit. I'm probably going to be slow as shit until after my vacation in June/July, which sounds like bullshit but if you wanna see the spreadsheets of my planning process for being away when it comes to work, I WILL SHOW YOU. I need to start the manual for all my tasks, that more than likely will be ignored, which will mean I will return to a shitshow. This is my life.

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— rangiku matsumoto, bleach. { ch.547 pg.19 }

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“Glad you like it…” Perhaps it was a bit half-hearted, laced even potentially with some sarcasm but she managed to crack a small smile. Still, it didn’t last too long, the food nearly turning to ashes in her mouth as Giselle followed up with such a pointed and direct question.

What was on her mind? Couldn’t she have taken a guess, after where their conversation had steered over the course of the last few minutes. She’d offer her three guesses, but she doubted she’d actually need all three.

Her chopsticks clattered down against the small holder, as she gave a small shove to the bowl of rice to push it away from the edge of the table. Only then did she sit back, arms crossed against her chest, but the position didn’t suit the anxious energy that coursed through her; instead, she eased forward, elbows upon the table as she leaned upon them, shoulders slumped, head hung, blonde locks curtained around her head. Her left hand rose, pinching at the bridge of her nose before she squared her shoulders, shaking her head to toss locks back over her shoulders.

“…It’s not a waste of a question. This is what we agreed upon isn’t it? To talk,” nearly hissing the last word. Her index finger curling in to pick at dried skin next to her thumb nail, picking at it till it made a small clicking noise – a terrible nervous habit. Note to self, apply some hand lotion tonight before bed.

What was there to say? What was on her mind? Everything and nothing. She had replayed the memories she had countless times, wondering what action she could have done differently, would there have been a different outcome? Could she have done more for Toushiro? Why hadn’t she been more serious about training – she could have had her Bankai stolen, if only she had one to steal. Would it have made a difference? What if she hadn’t been so hardheaded – or scared – all those years ago, if she hadn’t followed Gin, afraid to lose him, if she had never gone to the academy. This was the spiral she had feared, the one she hated thinking about. Everything that had happened in the last handful of years, how could it have been different, would it have been different, should it have been different?

“…There’s a lot…” For all the venom that had built up inside her, for all her anger geared towards her current companion, her words were barely above a whisper, choked in emotion. “Everything I’ve survived…not just you…” She quipped, a brief flicker of a smirk on her features, “It’s barely been two years since the last war we faced, I nearly died there. Probably should have. I was just getting over everything from then when you invaded. Then what happened, you know that well enough, better than me.” She shot a glance at her once more before staring intently at the sake in her cup.

“I’d rather be alive than dead, don’t get me wrong – but hearing you just now, that the process could have been reversed, rather than being Kurotsuchi-taichou’s latest science experiment makes my blood boil. And I know I don’t even have it the worst of us. You know, I knew what I was signing up for when I joined the academy but at the same time, I naively thought I’d never face all out war, certainly not back-to-back.” Gently, she took the sake cup within her grasp, giving it a small swirl before she leveled her gaze upon Giselle once more, “But all I can think about now is what I did to piss off the Reio so much that he’d deal me the cards that I’ve been dealt. Nearly starved to death as a kid. Nearly died in war, survived. Watched the man I loved, die. Actually died, miraculously, brought back. Can’t wait to see what’s left in my shortened lifespan.” Sarcasm oozed from her words as she threw back her cup before letting it clatter to the table’s surface without care.

“Happy?”

Not often she had such a captive audience. Familiarity with her abilties isn't something most sought out. So many just preferred willful ignorance. As if absence of information was a shield.

But she understood the drive behind it. Rangiku had a lot to do, and wasn't content with just having barely made it. She wanted to scrutinize, especially since it wasn't just her own life that hung in the balance. She had ulterior motives. So Giselle didn't mind expounding and expanding. In honestly a way she usually didn't.

Even as Rangiku became more tense, she remained lax and sipped her own drink. Offering a warm smile and thanks to the waitress before watching as Rangiku took a bit of food, and then proceeded to grab some for herself. Chewing a few pieces and perking up. Oh, this was quite nice!

Still. When Rangiku finally DID speak up, she raised a brow and canted her head to the side. Oh? No follow ups? Hmmm.

"My turn hm? This is really good, you made a good choice! It's beena while since I enjoyed something like this." She sighed softly, a fond little hum escaping her throat.

"Hmmm. Well, if you don't mind me asking. Perhaps this is a waste of a question. But what's currently on your mind? All of this curiosity. I understand the curiosity. But this is more...technical than I thought you'd ask about. Is there something you want from me? Or is this just curiosity?"

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Long, delicate fingers dipped within the frothy, bubbles of the warm water – the faucet continuing to run as it filled the basin of the sink. A couple sets of tea mugs, and more than a dozen or so sake cups and pitchers soaked in the low, soapy water. It was an ideal day for the mundane tasks – clouds hung low in the sky; would she have preferred sunshine cascading down upon them? Absolutely. Would she had preferred them taking the day to disappear on some adventure, yes. But there would always be time for that another day.

A washcloth rounded the concave center of a mug, dunking it once under soapy water before rinsing it under the running water. Setting it aside upon a towel to dry, she repeated the process with another mug. Her mind drifted aimlessly, the gentle sounds of her actions, the repeated draws of cloth against metal, his occasional hum at his work, a nearby call of a bird – it felt so casual, peaceful.

An odd sensation settled over her, hands stilling in the warm water before she lifted a soapy hand to knock off the faucet. Her pale gaze drifted beyond her peripheral vision, turning her head and neck till his stoic form came into view. Snatching a clean towel from the counter she quickly wiped her hands clean, drying them in the process before she turned, palms pressed upon the edge of the sink, nails drummed against the counters’ lip.

She took it all in, their home, their shared day off – they were getting more routine now – the activities they had each set upon for the time being. He had promised her there would be no dojo tonight, they had the whole day and night to spend together. At one point, the thought of the entire day and night would set upon some sort of urgency. They were forced to make the most of it – not knowing when they’d luck out with another day like this. Now, they were slow to rise, tangled in bed sheets and one another, they’d eat, laugh – go about some tasks, run errands separately or together, with the evening spent relaxing.

Socked feet slowly carried her from the kitchen, through the living room till she stepped out upon the porch. Sitting down behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist, head upon his shoulder. His back straightened, leaning into her embrace. Her head turned, cheek resting upon his shoulder as she let her lids drift half closed in contentment. “Nothing…I was just thinking….” She paused, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, she was certain he’d snort or laugh at the coming remark, but she didn’t mind it, “I was just think how happy I am….with you.”

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Nuguigami held at his right, Hozukimaru layed forward with the handle held at his left and the blade facing upwards; slow-paced, experienced strokes granted to clean the sword. Maintenance is important - an expert is only as good as the condition of their tools. While he'd often opt to do so at his Dojo to serve an example for the newbies (or keep watch over them to berate their lack of skill make sure they do it right), every now and then Ikkaku would do it at the wooden porch of his house. Despite the lack of sunlight at that particular afternoon - cloudy weather coating the sky, it would never be used as an excuse to procrastinate his duties (considering it's his primary tool for fighting).

The subtle wrapping around his form followed by the light weight against his shoulder was very much welcome. Heart warmed by the gesture, he was sure she was at her own leisure, probably doing her nails or something. It just so happened by chance that both were home, though despite the workload off their to-do list there were still some things to take care of. In Ikkaku's case, it was surely easier than in the blond's, considering their respective Captains - and was he to assume to gentleman's mantle, he'd remind her to take care of her own Zanpakuto as well. He'd actually do her's to boot if it wasn't a principle by now to make her to do it herself.

For the moment. He'd give her that. If she found her comfort in him like that, it's all the better. Taking in a gentle breath, chest puffing only slightly as he continued paying mind to his business; the shift in his lungs surely felt in her embrace as he signed to open his mouth, "What's up?"

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Out of Character; Does Rangiku often travel the globe with her friends and comrades? Pardon me if that is a bit maddening.

Unprompted Asks | Always Accepting

You wanna know how I know I'm not out of my head enough yet, my first thought was about Passports and Visas. Kisuke just forging Passports for Shinigami and converting Kan into international currencies.

Or I'm really just ready for my Italy trip.

The answer, yes and no. She certainly has traveled around Japan and has/would travel to the extensions of Soul Society like Reverse London but you think Toushiro is going to let go frolic through Europe for a weekend. She gets into enough trouble when she's merely in Karakura, think what happens when she finds herself at a Wine Window in Florence (look, Italy trip again), or a place like Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Not saying she wouldn't if given the opportunity but she's rather content with her world as it is.

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cue; [surprise bitch, I'm back] coven gif.

I live bitches.

I received good news this morning that my client's launch date has been pushed back to May. What does that mean?

My blood pressure is slowly returning to normal. I'll probably get sleep again. I'm no longer have a constant heart attack and my stress levels dropped like 75%.

Give me a little time to shake off the funk this whole situation has put me in but I am hopefully going to be able to get back to writing.

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Rangiku looking gorgeous on the beach. 😍

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psa;

I know my activity has been nothing short of sporadic, but please bear with me a bit longer. I have a client who has a go live/launch in like 2 weeks which is taking up much of my time lately (because I was only brought in on the project like a month out from launch). Additionally, although my next vacation isn't until the end of June, I have already started preparing work-wise, and have already started stressing and mentally preparing myself for the shit show I will return to.

I am going to try to get through replies as quickly as I can. You can always find me on Discord, feel free to hit me up for my account.

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Hardly one to consider herself squeamish, it was still nearly impossible not to squirm a little in her seat as Giselle took her joke all too literally. A soft, if but slightly nervous chuckle tendered the silence that hung briefly after the woman finished her insights on dismemberment. “Explains why you’ve taken up at the Fourth…” She half remarked to her cup of sake as she raised it once more to take a short sip. “My kaidō ability is minimal at best – basically all I know was what was introduced to at the academy…I’ll leave reattaching body parts to those more skilled than I.” Raising her cup half up and tipping it in Giselle’s direction to indicate that she included her in that designation.

The reality of the situation she, and the others, found themselves in was a bitter pill to swallow. But hindsight was twenty-twenty; regardless of the resentment that she felt towards Kurotsuchi-taichou’s actions, he had done what was necessary in the middle of a war. She knew that, deep down, she knew that. There wasn’t time to research, to experiment, to balance the costs and the outcomes, nor was there time to turn to the enemy and ask for their assistance. There was a war going on – and there were, in his eyes, four captain-class fighters who could be saved, needed to be saved, so that they could do their duty and defend their ground, protect Soul Society.

She knew all too well that grief came in waves, this was just such one. It was a staggering weight, knowing that the outcome of it all may have been different. Could have been different. If what Giselle was saying was true. She had every reason to lie to her – sensing her state, having felt her anger, her reluctance to this meeting. After all, hadn’t she said that she felt as if her zombies had been ‘taken’ from her. She too was resentful of her present state and how she had gotten here, she could easily be jerking her along to continue to get under her skin, since she couldn’t be in her blood.

There was no bother hiding her anger, the squaring of her shoulders and jaw as she let the cup of sake settle upon the table. Palms flat against the wooden surface. Her pale gaze was ice cold. There was something deliberate about Giselle’s remarks. She would have been fine. The cost was minimal – her life her own, again. But then she would not only have been her plaything, her pawn, but also – indebted to the woman who had used her in war.

Perhaps, no, she didn’t even wish to give the small twinkle of hope a thought. She wouldn’t add fuel to that spark. But, was there a chance that it could all be reversed? The thought was interrupted by the arrival of their food. She didn’t want to consider what might go into finding a reversal process – if it meant in any way falling under Giselle’s control again, and as well as becoming indebted to her. No, she had to accept her fate, as hard as it was.

Her mood shifted as she forced a small smile onto her expression, a heavy exhale followed as she plucked up a pair of chopsticks, taking a moment to point out each of the different meats, the vegetables and the sauces for Giselle before easing back to let her have first choice.

Two steps forward, one step back – that’s where her mind went, she had been dealing with the hard cards dealt to her. She had good days, better days and bad days – and while she was struggling still, up until now, the weight of the depression that her life had been struck down not once, but twice hadn’t felt as heavy.

 “I guess it’s your turn…” She remarked, finally plucking a grilled piece of chicken to place it atop her pile of rice.

She was familiar with the look on the woman's face. And she took a moment to down her own cup before pouring herself another, offering to top off Rangiku once they'd taken their own sobering sip.

"Oh?~ Dismemberment isn't quite so interesting. Unless you're really into nerve reconnecting. My Schrift makes the finer details unnecessary in the short term. But you'd be amazed how important finer control can be when you're getting things put back together." She chimed playfully, as she COULD indeed, spend the afternoon talking about dismemberment. But she hardly intended to actually do so.

The topic of others had her pause. Considering it as she drummed her fingernails. "It depends on how long they were dead and how much time I have. If they've been dead dead for a while, then it can take a lot of work to get them up and running. Usually I just use however much blood is necessary to get them up and fighting. But that comes at a cost. Higher functions, and just some general deterioration." She took another drink, downing the second cup without so much as a pause.

"If I'm going to do that. I'd need to give them a lot of blood, and slowly repair all the damage. Of course it won't be perfect, but if I can get their marrow up and running they'll be fine. If the marrow can be salvaged, they can start making their own blood, and I can slowly remove my own. Then that leaves them with all their own blood. Even if they were completely dead, if I can manage that, I can turn them into a zombie, and then return them entirely to normal, though it's rough on them. But uuuusually I can handle it without shortening their life too much. Lets see..." She closed her eyes and thought back.

"I think.... the longest one of my released zombies lived was..... Seventy? So they only lost a few years off their life. From dead dead? They lost maybe forty percent if I could salvage their marrow or if it was still intact even less. If I had to rebuild their marrow or if there was vital organ complication, then that dropped them by a good Sixty plus percent." She folded her legs and let her cheek rest on her knuckles. Eyeing the woman as she paused, remembering.

"You weren't dead for long. Your marrow was still fine. Your heart had stopped, but your vital organs hadn't been too bad when I got to you. That captain of yours, with him and Cang fighting nearby, you were more or less refridgerated. If I'd weaned you off myself? You'd have been more or less fine. Captain too." She stated simply.