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This post is directly for @/skyvar who has since blocked me, but lots of interesting observations were made that I felt the need to correct.

Just for the record, because a reply was linked to me-- I thought I would clarify some points about this whole thing since you yourself made a lot of frankly weird assumptions:

That post was originally linked to me by a friend who knows I care about Orihime and how I have gotten angry on her behalf for years at fans mistreating her or misinterpreting her traumatic responses. I did not stalk, nor snoop your blog (quite the bold accusation for someone who completely ignored what I was actually saying). Frankly, I forget you exist 99% of the time unless someone posts a link, that’s how much you don’t exist on my radar. From the beginning, I found your content, your art, and the way you interact with others to be entirely offputting, and I have no interest in interacting with you. So I blocked you, and forget you exist until someone reminds me.

However, we find ourselves in this current situation because you misunderstood what I was saying.

The reply I made to your post was not a dig at Nnoitra specifically. Yes, I called him a “mediocre male fav” in a follow-up post, but I was specifically talking about how plain fucking weird it is that you, the human behind the screen, saw a scene of a 16-year-old getting sexually assaulted and your response was to make a comment implying how “hot” Nnoitra’s fingers are. I already know Nnoitra is a villain, you don’t have to explain it to me. I understand villains can be nuanced and do bad things for all sorts of different reasons, even to the point that those bad things are justified in their minds. I write several characters I disagree with when it comes to their sense of morality and justice-- I would even  classify Unohana herself as a villain according to my own sense of morality. I’m not the single-minded idiot you apparently think I am.

What I’m saying here has nothing to do with my opinions on fictional characters, it has to do with how you, personally, have posted something disgusting, and your response (to completely deflect, make this seem as if I’m some lunatic for “attacking Nnoitra” when you know damn well that isn’t what’s happening at all) to try and paint me as your personal stalker is even more strange. I don’t care about you at all. I didn’t even know you go by Snow until someone else told me. There is no space for you to occupy in my mind, but that doesn’t mean I won’t call out or react to foul behavior when I see it.

That said, anyone who is bothered by me addressing this issue, feel free to block me! I don’t mind, and frankly, I don’t want you here. This will be my last post on the matter.

#csa mention - #sexual assault mention -

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hi everyone im back from hell and also this is my line in the sand. shut the fuck up. block me unfollow me i dont care! im sick of this. shut up about ww2. just shut up

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something really fucking weird about how ppl in this fandom ignore female characters suffering/trauma to prop up their mediocre fave men as sex icons. shut the fuck up. i hate every single one of you

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you mean when he sexually assaulted a minor during one of the most traumatic periods of her life??? this is disgusting. 

that one time nnoitra stuffed his nice, long fingers inside hime’s mouth

#*logs on for the first time in months to say fuck out of here with this* #csa -

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hey everyone! just a quick life update: i had to evacuate my home due to the oregon fires (but my family and i are safe). obviously between pandemic and not knowing if my home is burning is drawing my attention elsewhere. as always, rping is my de-stressing/escape method but my circumstances are diverting my attention for the time being. ill be around and lurking when i can, but my apologies for not being able to be present for active threads/rping right now.

yo! sorry i’ve been so quiet– between my mall having active covid cases, me being told on a repeated daily basis that my life/health doesnt matter by the people coming into my store to shop for shit they dont need (bc nothing we sell is an essential item), and a mystery allergic response to god knows what i still havent figured it out………. rping has fallen a bit to the wayside! im still around, and still wanting to get to replies, so i appreciate yall’s patience and want to reassure you that i havent forgotten you at all! fun things just have to take a backseat to the current state of things. hope everyone is staying safe!

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yo! sorry i’ve been so quiet-- between my mall having active covid cases, me being told on a repeated daily basis that my life/health doesnt matter by the people coming into my store to shop for shit they dont need (bc nothing we sell is an essential item), and a mystery allergic response to god knows what i still havent figured it out.......... rping has fallen a bit to the wayside! im still around, and still wanting to get to replies, so i appreciate yall’s patience and want to reassure you that i havent forgotten you at all! fun things just have to take a backseat to the current state of things. hope everyone is staying safe!

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the closer the stranger

#GENUINE ELEGANCE / AESTHETIC

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@hirako5hinji / liked for a starter!

“Tell me,” she began, taking a sip from her sake. “How have you adjusted to your new lieutenant?” As the sun sank lower into the distant horizon, and the expanse of sky became mottled with hues of orange and purple, the warmth of her drink settled pleasantly in her stomach. Turning to her eccentric colleague, she smiled encouragingly, “It’s my understanding he seemed rather anxious to follow in your shadow.”

“ —But he’s nothing if not dutiful, that Sosuke Aizen. Wouldn’t you agree?”

#i......... made them drinking buddies i hope thats cool #also sorry for the wait :') #V. TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS #hirako5hinji

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#GENUINE ELEGANCE / AESTHETIC #blood -

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“Oh no, this will be terribly embarrassing for you– the Soul King named me. No greater honor could be bestowed. I can’t think of anyone bold enough to name themselves.. ah, except clowns~!”

“Surely, there is no greater honor to be bestowed.” 

“ —I wilt at the thought of you having any semblance of agency in the matter, regardless of the pure irony in such an arrangement. Such is the way of the Zero Division, after all.”

#bold in aesthetics but not in action ......... what a hollow performance #ichibehyosube

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#apologies for the inactivity!! my work circumstances are weird atm so thats taking priority......... also im tiwed u_u

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me, removing knife i have been stabbed with: ‘finders keepers’

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And yet, there is gladness in the orchard in May // Part 1

#GENUINE ELEGANCE / AESTHETIC

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@museswithattitude​​ / RAIKAGE A

Centuries since her last dispatch to the Living World, she wasn’t entirely certain what to expect. But the follies of man and phantom alike weren’t so different— though separated by a veil of death between their respective realms, it seemed as though souls were destined to die at the hands of one another. Life, battle, death, rebirth, all moving parts in the greater cycle of the universe; varying stages of existence she knew all too intimately. In a forest clearing ravaged by war and violence, she stood as a singularity. As she maneuvered through the dense surrounding thicket of trees, she smelled the heavy scent of fresh blood. Her days spent as a hunter had long since ended, yet she was drawn to its source all the same. 

A man lay slumped just beyond a well-hidden cave’s interior, gripping the ruined stump of his arm in an attempt to staunch his bleeding. The atmosphere around him bristled strangely with lingering currents of electricity, energy fluctuating with the remnants of... not kidou, she thought, perhaps something similar, but altogether different.  A perplexing notion, but Unohana was nothing if not well acquainted with contradictions and an air of mystery.

If he perceived her presence, he didn’t readily betray any sense of recognition (and understandably so —preoccupied with his injury as he was). 

“If you can hear or see me at all,” came the gentle, authoritative lilt of her voice, “—please understand, I’d like to help you.” She knelt beside him, hands poised over his wound as she murmured a kaidou spell. Engulfed in the pale green glow of her incantation, she began to heal him.

#museswithattitude #museswithattitude / RE: RAIKAGE A #i hope this is okay! thanks so much for waiting and please let me know if i need to make any changes :)

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going to sleep now, but mutuals give this post a like for a short starter (multis please specify) and ill get to it later!! (if you have a preference between interacting with yachiru or retsu please specify in the replies, otherwise it’s my world and youre just living in it)

#if u got specific plot ideas hmu in my dms otherwise i will just do whatever i please #that said my waiting replies take priority and ill be queuing whatever posts result from this one

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@jigokumai​ | 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 she’d accumulated in her weeks of practice, a tiny flame mercilessly snuffed out with the light breeze of Yachiru’s laughter. Of course she hadn’t considered her presence a deterrent ——- how could she, when it had gone unnoticed until now? Shutara could blame nothing but her own inexperience, a fact that left her gripping the bokken’s hilt until her blistered palms stung. 

She inhaled once, then spoke on the edge of a sigh, “So what now?” The promise of secrecy was hardly comforting. Her dignity couldn’t endure an audience, not one so irreverent. Perhaps instead of lounging in the branches Yachiru made herself useful — gave a demonstration of the proper techniques, the steps she was missing — but Shutara had not quite reached the level of desperation that might prompt her to ask. Not yet. Unable to continue, and unable to leave with her pride intact, she could only cross her arms, lips a thin line. 

“— I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me I should just run along back to camp? ”

“Hardly any fun in that, wouldn’t you agree?” Dry amusement colored her tone as she reached for the bokken, gripping the wooden blade to roughly tear it free from her weak grasp. It was a different swordplay altogether —far from being remotely akin to the unmatched thrill of a battle, but bruising the noblewoman’s pride drove away her encroaching boredom all the same. Even without a weapon in hand, Yachiru could cut through the thin film of her ego, bleed her dry, and delight in the wounds she left behind. “You’re clever enough to run off on your own and commit to a clumsy training effort, yet you don’t ask the question perched on the tip of your silver tongue."

She considered the bokken, turning her back on Shutara to balance the blade atop the flat of her outstretched palm. Despite wood being far from her first choice, she felt herself become whole for a fleeting moment, the smooth grain of the hilt at home in the expert grip of her hands. “ —Tell me, Shimazu-san, do you know how my name is read?” Raising the blade overhead, she swung it down in a single, swift motion. THE KENPACHI was a reputation oft preceding her, a mortifying ordeal of gender and status and preconceived notions that Shutara had quickly and intimately become acquainted with during their first few exchanges. But it wasn’t Kenpachi she was speaking of.

The wooden blade sliced cleanly through the air once more, then a third time, and a fourth, and a handful more before she tossed it to the ground like some long forgotten trinket; her interest was beginning to wane. Through the curtain of her hair, she peered over her shoulder. 

“The first one I gave myself.”

#oorigamii #jigokumai #jigokumai / RE: SHUTARA SENJUMARU #V. THE BATTLE IS EVERYTHING #sorry for the weird formatting FIRST POST ON NEW ???? FUCKING FORMAT

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December 3rd/December 12th

#GENUINE ELEGANCE / AESTHETIC #OLD THREADS ; NEW BONES / YACHIMARU