#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue

[godkilller]

◎ "Fine, ya gotta tell me three things you like about me~" {Arrancar!Renji}

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

❝ I like your hair when it ain't recedin' up your scalp. Your tattoos 'n markings're nice, too -- they're aesthetically attractive, at least, 'n I think you're cute when ya try'n puff your chest up but th' truth is you're desperately lookin' for somebody to make ya submit. ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: arrancar arc ] casting away love; catharsis of eternity #[ ask meme ] #u w u gin pls. #'i dont like any of ya' (gets another ask asking what he likes abt them) 'yeah ok these three things but thats it'

[godkilller]

“ shunsui was talking about maybe taking me in as a captain. don’t you have to be, i dunno, dead to do that… ? “ he’s curious about gin’s opinion, actually.

❝ H'oh, did he now? ❞ Cue the craning tilt of his silver-haired head, curious and playful in one -- especially at such an easy opening left by Ichigo's choice of words. Grinning nearly ear-to-ear, Gin languidly replied with every intention of seething out a genuine hiss of venomous reiatsu to truly sell the performance.

❝ -- here, I can fix that lil mistake of his real quick... ❞ He was joking, of course. Uh. Maybe. Or not --

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: redemption ] i am healing by mistake; rome is also built on ruins #ichigo sweaty gin's never gonna answer a question genuinely

[godkilller]

❝ Ya stink, ❞ Shinji bunts his third seat on the butt with his foot, making the slight lad stumble. ❝ Go take a bath, Stinky. ❞

THE YELP OF SURPRISE AND INDIGNATION THAT ESCAPED GIN WAS ALMOST COMICAL, and it proceeded his abrupt and angered ❝ -- H-HEY! ❞ whilst the third seat stumbled forward. How rude!

❝ Go fuck yerself, cap'n Hirako! ❞ A pause as Gin could HEAR Aizen correcting him on his lack of manners... then, hastily yet lacking in any fear of consequences, Gin added a not-so-respectful ❝ --respectfully. ❞

Okay, maybe he was a little stinky -- another night spent slaughtering more failed Hollow-spawned Shinigami and he hadn't had time to bathe beyond ridding himself of stray bloodsplatters. He was getting better at avoiding messes given Shinso's range ---- but the stench of death followed regardless of whether or not he went untarnished.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: third seat ] and from that mouth that devours i cry out to you #respectfully go f yourself capn #sednhrmjf

[godkilller]

◎ "Que cajrajo, then what DO you care about?"

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

❝ I ain't so sure it even counts as that anymore, what I once felt 'bout that person. I'm more enraged than I am devoted, ain't I? It's gotten all twisted up like a knot. This ain't care anymore, this's obsession, 'n if so... I might's well keep goin'. ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: arrancar arc ] casting away love; catharsis of eternity #he's vague not to avoid the question but because the answer really isn't cLEAr hope this helps uwu #[ ask meme ]

[godkilller]

❝ Who do I haveta kill to kill somebody 'round here? ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ one liners ] guess you ain't worth all the fussin' #oh worm.

[godkilller]

◎ are we friends? 🥺 👉 👈

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

❝ Realistically, probably not. I ain't got much in common with a human girl that I technically aided in th' kidnappin' of -- it'd be weird to be so audacious as to take advantage of your forgivin' nature 'n consider myself your friend. At th' very least I reckon it's best I letcha take the lead there ---- if y'call me a friend, then I'll be friendly. I can pretend, I can try 'n act like how I think two friends would act... but I don't think it'd really count as real, I don't think any sorta connection with me's fully genuine. Part of me wants it to be, but th' other part thinks you oughtta get as far 'way from me as humanly possible 'cause you ain't got any business hangin' around somebody that has considered killin' you. ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: redemption ] i am healing by mistake; rome is also built on ruins #[ ask meme ] #imagine dragons vc: don't get too close it's dark inside -- #pfft

[godkilller]

Can we talk, Ichimaru-sama? (for traitor izuru verse!)

GIN STEPPED PAST HIS EVER-LOYAL LIEUTENANT, walking down the pale hall with every expectation that the other would follow. Izuru had proven that he'd do so -- given the manner in which he arrived alongside him in Hueco Mundo -- the young man was determined to remain at Gin's side, even through the traitorous reveal.

❝ Of course we can, ❞ Gin didn't bother to try and correct Izuru's addressing of him, that title feeling wrong -- he wasn't a lord. But he supposed here, amongst the Arrancar, Espada... he was one. Along with Aizen, Tousen. He no longer wore the haori of the Third Division, it'd be foolish to expect Izuru to still call him 'captain' -- despite Gin wanting that. They walked, Gin desired to veer them both towards more peaceful portions of the main tower within Las Noches; these corridors were less likely to house unsavory characters, restricted to mainly the traitorous trio and any Arrancar messenger brave enough to seek out their lords within their personal quarters. Gin had Izuru housed down the hall from his own space, albeit Gin was more often than not lurking amongst Aizen's grand portion of the palace instead.

❝ Have ya been feelin' alright? ❞ Izuru's adjustments to being within the hostile environment of Las Noches hadn't gone too smoothly at first. And the whole ordeal with Aizen -- well, Gin still had tensions regarding that matter.

But if Izuru asked about anything pertaining to... anything other than his own immediate needs, feelings? Gin had to brace himself to lie and deflect, especially if the blonde sought answers as to why Gin was tangling himself in Aizen Sousuke's web to begin with.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: arrancar arc ] casting away love; catharsis of eternity #oh izuru....

[godkilller]

He's not sure if Ichimaru cares for presents. They are not friends, but Byakuya grew up next to him. He feels a certain kind of kinship, however different the two of them appear. He presents him with a gift. A tiny box, neatly wrapped in white and silver. "It is not the right season, so I would wait until spring." Inside, Ichimaru will find persimmon seeds for him to sow. Hopefully he will like them. Happy birthday.

gin's birthday asks! open from sept. 9 - 16th.

THEY WERE NEARLY THE SAME AGE WITH GIN BEING JUST A LITTLE YOUNGER than the other captain, and they entered captaincy around the same time, too. Whether or not Byakuya liked it, he was stuck with a peer who was nearly the opposite of himself; from the slums, without any heritage to speak of. Part of Gin wondered if the act of graduating much faster than the Kuchiki managed to get under his skin back then, but if it had -- then Byakuya hadn't shown it too terribly. They were always civil with one another, and Gin typically held back from ever outright teasing the other man... but he couldn't help but sometimes poke and prod to see if that fierce young boy, ambitious and proud, still was somewhere inside that colder and calmer exterior.

A testament to Byakuya's valuing of good manners; he produced a gift suitable for a coworker -- personal, but nothing extravagant. Thoughtful, nonetheless, as Gin was still in the process of rebuilding the garden of the Third Division which suffered vandalism and destruction in retaliation to his reinstatement announcement. How depressed he'd been, cleaning up the charred remains of his sizeable persimmon tree in the wake of his first day back. It'd take nearly a decade to get that same amount of growth and for the plant to actually bear fruit again.

❝ Ah, thanks a lot, Kuchiki-san -- I'll be plantin' these as soon as th' season permits. ❞ Gin gave the other a dip of his head, a light bow, and tucked the seeds away into the depths of his black uniform robes.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: redemption ] i am healing by mistake; rome is also built on ruins #gin's 2k23 birthday celebration #aw pls ;w; this's cute.

[godkilller]

► ❝ Stop self-destructing and let the people around you forgive you. ❞

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

SOMEONE WAS WATCHING HIM A LITTLE TOO CLOSELY, he'd prefer if this conversation happened out of any potential earshot (or, ideally, not at all) but Gin once again never got what he wanted. He could sass the lieutenant, though, albeit weakly. A far cry from those ear-to-ear grins of old, Gin was still trying to latch onto the armor of his smiling facade.

❝ Bold of ya to assume anybody'll ever forgive me, so it ain't like I had to try hard with stoppin' people, anyway. But fine -- ya got the order out, I can't refuse. ❞ A lopsided shrug favored his left, empty right sleeve jostled into a sway. ❝ It ain't self-destruction if I'm jus' neglectin' myself instead, though... ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: redemption ] i am healing by mistake; rome is also built on ruins #;w;

[godkilller]

🛑 + ( izuwu kiwwing a mwan fwo taichwo uwu )

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender. reversed: Gin cleans blood off of Izuru after Izuru protects him.

THEY TRIED TO KILL GIN IN HIS SLEEP WHILE HE WAS STILL KEPT TO BEDREST. But it was no simple matter -- Gin wasn't comatose anymore and his (ex?) Lieutenant was often found idly standing guard. Nevertheless, they seemed to have analyzed Izuru's patterns of getting food and rest and proceeded to take advantage of the time he left Gin's doorway unoccupied. Nurses were making their rounds throughout the Fourth Division's hospital halls... but Gin was not urgently on their list. His wounds were taking longer than anticipated to fully mend shut, leading to the reliance of rest and stitchwork to do most of the heavy lifting in the healing process. A slow and sickly crawl out of death's grasp meant Gin was rather... tired. Battling against the seething density of Aizen's festering reiatsu within his wounds made matters draining relatively fast. He slept hard lately yet it wasn't a restful sleep.

They moved quietly. On a good day, in a good state, Gin could've sensed them coming from a mile away and woke with Shinso already readied to skewer the intruders. The sheer intent they radiated could've drawn him out from sleep easily... were he not so weakened. The slumbering Shinigami awoke to the sudden grasp of hands at his throat, squeezing. Choking. Two men -- he could barely see them, their faces bleary in the way Gin's vision couldn't quite focus fully as he lifted his remaining hand up and clasped messily at the forearm of his assailant. He dug his nails in, strained attempts to gasp for air sputtering out into the otherwise deathly quiet room. His reiatsu flickered in an attempt to press down, to seethe, to spark into life a Raikoho ---- but it faded, drained, barely producing more than a glint of light at his fingertips that raised the hairs along the arm of his attacker. The other kept glancing back toward the door in an attempt to keep watch. Something whispered amongst the two, something about hurrying up.

A grunt and gasp from the threshold and the man keeping watch was downed in a spray of blood, causing the one holding down pressure onto Gin's neck to glance over his shoulder to see what the noise was. Gin's vision began blacking out at the edges and his hand flopped limp back onto the bed.

Perhaps out of courtesy of not wanting to sully Gin's bandages with the man's blood did Izuru promptly blast his assailant back, away from the cot. The crumpling impact against the hospital room's wall was deep and enough to collapse him forward onto his stomach, but not without having his neck caught into the uniquely shaped Zanpakuto's waiting grasp. In the midst of the chaos, Gin let out a few hoarse coughs, sucking in air in a few messy heaves ---- finally able to breathe and terribly lightheaded from it all.

If Izuru spoke at that moment, Gin didn't catch whatever parting words his lieutenant gave his attempted-murderer. The angled edge of Wabisuke hooked around the front of the Shinigami's throat, leading him to sputter and cough out his own rain of blood when the sharp blade pulled into his neck. A ruthless near-beheading act, one that had the body arching up with the killing blow -- blood sprayed mostly onto the floor, though a good splatter landed outwards and onto Izuru, joining the mix with the other's bloody death, too.

Gin took in a few more breaths before shakily pushing himself upright, glancing over toward the blonde, a rapid pounding of his heart filling his ears. ❝ — Izuru. ❞ Was that shock, gratitude, confusion? He wasn't accustomed to getting successfully ambushed, nor was he accustomed to being rescued from said ambush -- and most of all, most importantly... he hadn't ever expected Izuru to still... -- to do that, to save him. After everything.

❝ Y'didn't haveta do th— ...fuck, Izuru. You're a mess, c'mere -- ❞ A still-hoarse beckon that, once heeded, Gin tugged at the white blanket half-covering his legs, swinging them off the edge of the bed whilst bringing the material up to begin wiping off the excess crimson. The spray had primarily landed onto Izuru's hakama via the height at which the man's head had been, so close to the floor -- but the first kill was swiftly performed with an arching slash, deeply hooking into the man's shoulder and diagonally gutting him to the opposing hip. Wabisuke was as gruesome as a fishhook getting dragged through a body when used as a pure weapon and not utilizing its Shikai ability. Gin could've been proud in this moment had he not become achingly aware of the consequences his lieutenant could face for killing two comrades in the effort of protecting a criminal. He dabbed the red-stained sheet against Izuru's hands, then ruffled with the fabric to regrab it at a less-tainted angle to reach up from his seated position to gently wipe at the stray specks that blotted Izuru's face.

He wasn't trying to erase the blood entirely -- that was futile at this rate. Gin just wanted to make it less obvious that Izuru did the killing blows.

❝ ... y'could get in trouble for this, y'know? More than y'already are bein' associated with me ---- I can say I did it, I grabbed your Zanpakuto ---- you can say y'couldn't stop me in time -- ❞ Gin was in damage control mode, little to no hesitation in wanting to twist the narrative to avoid a harsh punishment befalling his subordinate. Anything to alleviate the pain he caused, the pain that was still fresh as a tight wound across his chest. How jarring this was ---- to be shown devotion when he didn't deserve it.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: redemption ] i am healing by mistake; rome is also built on ruins #[ ask meme ] #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #tw: blood

[godkilller]

i am juST SAYING HERE---- 🛑

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

AIZEN WAS STILL SLUGGISH FROM THE TOLLING EFFECTS OF AT LAST WIELDING HIS BANKAI, it seemed. It didn't help that their enemy was capable of likely unmaking Gin in the same blip of minimal thought that had gone into sealing his slit throat prior ---- Yhwach was something of a horror beyond anything Gin could properly comprehend. Intimidating, yet approachable in the sense that... he was some dreadful, unavoidable thing. A black hole sucking them inward, threatening to turn all to the swallowing dark that sought to cloak the world. Could Shinso even mark him, could it even pierce his skin? Going in, Gin hadn't fell prey to any delusion that he'd be more helpful than a mere decoy, a thing to dangle in front of Yhwach to make him strike so that Aizen could take advantage.

The Quincy King's Blut Vene seemed impenetrable, enough so that Yhwach already successfully flung the rogue Shinigami through a handful of structures in a sort of recoiling response to his armored aura being attacked. Gin could handle brushing off rubble from his midst, though it did still hurt, he was not so breakable now with the restoration of his peak health and the return of his right arm. Yhwach's defenses were formidable nonetheless, though Kamishini No Yari's bite could possibly be fast enough that the steeled skin or shielding aura couldn't manifest in time to protect its host.

It was worth a shot, especially after Yhwach went and blasted a hole into Aizen's chest.

❝ — hey! ❞ An unnecessary outcry, Gin knew, but anything to gain even half a second's worth of time ---- he aimed, he made sure that Aizen wasn't in the crossfire this time. A little backwards to then slash his sword out in defense of the man who he had once attempted -- no, succeeded to kill in a very similar fashion. Realistically, Gin knew that Aizen could regenerate the wound fairly fast. He also knew Yhwach was possibly the only remaining thing in existence that could wipe Aizen off the face of the universe. He didn't want to risk giving the Quincy King a chance to test that theory.

Yhwach moved in for another blow against the bloodied Aizen and thus Gin struck in tandem to intercept. When his blade swept across the great expanse of the invaded Royal Palace, Gin paid no mind to the collateral damages that Kamishini No Yari caused in the background. Pale towers collapsed, but it was Yhwach he sought to rend in two. For a brief blip he saw that black caped figure indeed separate with the wedging cut of his Zanpakuto. Yet, in the instant following, a blinked snap erased the deed and Gin was subsequently overshadowed by a volley of arrows zipping his way.

The crack of forceful gusts of power and wind that his blade caused when it retracted back to defend its wielder was deafening, a delayed roar of sound akin to the way thunder lurked through the sky following the swift dart of lightning. He swept the blade back out in another snapping shot in a wide arch to cut through the incoming volley, shattered light and shards of arrows came raining down in a sweep in the weapon's stead.

Another blip, and those arrows snapped into repair (or were they ever truly cut to begin with...?) a frustratingly sharp spark of panic ignited in Gin when he rushed to Shunpo out from the line of fire instead, dashing to narrowly avoid becoming skewered through the chest by the seemingly inevitable barrage. He hadn't attempted 'blocking' the blow for kicks, it was expansive, blanketing the entirety of the area Gin stood at -- those fast-traveling beams of blue were relentless and quick to overwhelm.

He was struck ---- ran through, to be exact, how an arrow glided in and out of skin and muscle alike like butter yielding to a hot knife. Struck, but Gin didn't have time to assess where, or how badly, just that the bite was akin to the jab of a needle, different from how Kyoka Suigetsu had run him through two years ago. This was cleaner. Perfect. It seemed Gin worked as a fine enough distraction whilst that telltale blur of orange hair proceeded to strike out against Yhwach, a grand slash that landed true, leading to a terribly stiff silence thereafter. He didn't remember falling down, didn't even stop to touch at the wound he sustained. And only with the grip that still slightly tinged and itched at his skin firmly holding onto his regenerated right arm did Gin realize he was being guided back onto his feet.

The entirety of Soul Society proceeded to celebrate, to collapse with relief, to mourn, to move toward recovery and rebuilding and all sorts of wondrous things whilst the two traitors vanished. Best to not linger and give the crippled Gotei 13 a chance to remember they needed to shove Aizen Sousuke back into Muken.

Their subsequent return to the vast outskirts, a safehouse tucked away, was near-immediate. Aizen's Sentan Hakuja was as empowered as the rest of his Kido, seemingly, and the massive leap between realms (albeit the Royal Palace was cracking through the fabric of realities at the time...) led them to the Rukongai. Effortless, despite their mutual bloodied states. Aizen's arm was already reformed, though his chest still suffered a slower rebound. Gin almost laughed out loud when the man gingerly touched against his bleeding side. Ah, that's where he got hit, then -- a bit difficult to discern amongst the chaos.

It was funny, getting fussed over whilst the man had a hole in his chest. But at this rate that was a state of normalcy between them, wasn't it? That wound was closing before Gin's eyes, anyway. Durable bastard.

❝ Gonna whip out your Bankai to fix this one, too, Sousuke? I'll be covered in gold at this rate. ❞ More of a tease than an actual ask; he wasn't dying from this, though he needed to stop the bleeding. Aizen seemed on top of that, a hovered hand emitting a low hot glow. Golden light as opposed to the standard green -- likely a token of his released powers prior.

❝ You didn't have to do that, Gin. ❞ Aizen spoke, healing away the residual ache as well. He was thorough, a glint of something in that one visible eye.

❝ I'm aware. ❞ A pause, and Gin swallowed down something in favor of electing for more sass. A grin, a playful tip upwards of his chin, and oh how they fell back into such trivial little bickers and snarks. Aizen's hand ceased its hovering, instead pressing to the Shinigami's mended side. Gin did not draw back, no matter the heat that subtly burned with that contact. If Aizen kept his touch intact perhaps Gin would become branded over the course of, say, ten or fifteen minutes? Another handprint to join the array of jagged scars and golden lines of repair that scattered across his body. The possession was mutual; ❝ But he crossed a line. Only I'm allowed to blast a hole'n your chest. ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: rogue ] endlessly i linger upon the edge of disappearance #[ ask meme ] #alright that one was a lil rough but heyoo. #[ dynamic: gin and aizen ] know this; either i devour you or you devour me

[godkilller]

❝ Y'slept in late today, cap'n Aizen. I oughtta check ya for a fever. ❞

@keikakudori

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ one liners ] guess you ain't worth all the fussin' #[ verse: arrancar arc ] casting away love; catharsis of eternity

[godkilller]

@keikakudori continued from here.

HE STILLED AS FOOTSTEPS DREW NEAR, misty puffs of hot air left in the wake of his panted breaths -- but no more, now, with Gin holding a lungful in. He didn't want it to alert the man as he called out into the woods. Shivering, fingers felt numb and his bare feet felt far worse. Had he been more prepared for this onset of snow and ice dusting the grounds, the boy would've torn off pieces of his robes to wrap around his feet to better chase away the chill. But no, it was merely a cold rain that had him running for cover into the man's chicken coop. To awake to snow, albeit not too heavy of a snow, was a factor Gin hadn't taken into account. He merely rushed out, fight or flight bringing his small legs to full speeds in a scurrying escape.

Now, he waited, stilling and trying to quiet himself even as his lungs burned, heart pounding in rapid thuds against his chest. Part of him wanted to lower further into the barren brush he was curled within, just enough dead leaves and other petrified and snow-dusted greenery to hide his figure, and await a moment to dart out akin to a rabbit evading a hawk. Another part of Gin knew he'd not be able to evade the man forever, so perhaps a brief scuffle and bite into one of his legs as he passed him by was in order...

Anything to deter him from being seen as prey.

But as the man looked around, that worried tinge to his tone and the genuine feeling of longing, of earnestness, made something in Gin's chest twist -- a sharp pain, which ultimately coincided with his held breath reaching its capacity for being restrained. A slow yet shaky exhale followed. Gin willed the chilling air to not showcase his breaths too glaringly. Another shiver rushed through him, an uncontrollable tremor that had a twig snapping beneath him from the subtle shifting in his weight. Gin crouched lower down to compensate, willing himself to become smaller.

Peeking through the branches, a trick of the light -- a gleam that caught his eye, then was gone just as fast. Had he seen several men, crouched down... not just the one...? But that voice jarred him from the haze.

Tempting, that offer. Something to eat -- he couldn't remember the last time he ate. Hunger gnawed into his gut, made his head throb in pain, and made it difficult to think now that the prospect of food made itself known. Starvation had a knack for slithering its way into the forefront of every waking moment if one gave in to even the slightest awareness of the discomfort. A warm place to sleep...

The lengthiest pause stretched out into the silence -- a lingering, unmoving moment that made Gin suddenly realize that he, perhaps, didn't want the man to become discouraged, leave, or outright rescind his offer. Slowly, cautiously, he shifted to prepare to run whilst simultaneously poking his head out from above the dried, dead brush. Silver-haired head made itself visible, a cowlick or two pointed out of place, and Gin peered over at the man with every intention of fleeing if his reveal was poorly received. An opened mouth stopped in its tracks, words suddenly forgotten, whatever query of wariness was left to the brisk winds. Standing straight and in proper sight of one another, it felt... strange. Bittersweet. There was a sensation of something wet on his cheek -- at the cusp of his vision, the blood in the snowy grounds by his feet shuddered into a pool of something larger. Something different, darker -- a stench of death. There was something heavy in his hand, something... dripping --

❝ -- well done, ❞ a voice echoed in the back of his mind, chilling as the winds howled between the shuddering trees above. The sensation faded, ghostly, and the haze of his buzzing mind drifted off into the shadowy forest. Gin swallowed down another shiver, small arms curling inward to tuck against his chest and retain heat. The gesture did nothing for him; the chill ran bone-deep, a shudder of his very soul. But he no longer felt compelled to run, at least. He was perhaps already ensnared by whatever jaws this man masked as a kindness. A brave step forward brought him closer, instead.

❝ Who are you? ❞ Tell me your name again.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: reborn ] these dreams of mine lately feel like scattered memories in the snow #u w u

[godkilller]

Did you......want to talk about anything? Anything at all? Are you alright?

I am counting this toward my 'Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.' ask meme because what ensues is hilarious to me. Thank you.

❝ Now thatcha mention it, I don't think I've ever been alright in my life. But I don't wanna talk 'bout that because th' thought of thinkin' about myself for longer than what it takes to divert th' topic's utterly unbearable. Thanks for askin'! ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: arrancar arc ] casting away love; catharsis of eternity #wheezes.

[godkilller]

squints. he always found this guy pretty creepy. “ soooo, what color are your eyes? “

❝ Ah, y'don't remember? I opened'em when I used my Bankai... though I guess y'were standin' prreeettttty far back when we scuffled in that fake version of Karakura Town. Either way, why're you askin'? This better not be so Urahara Kisuke can finally make a Gigai of me. ❞

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: redemption ] i am healing by mistake; rome is also built on ruins #ichigo: asks one question #gin: doesnt answer it and asks two more #thanks for the ask wsbedrhnfjk

[godkilller]

HE COULDN'T AVOID THE OTHER ANY LONGER, his old captain seemed persistent in trying to get him alone. Between Gin being attached to Rangiku's hip (or, rather, vice versa...) and him needing to be escorted any time they went to captain's meetings ---- finding the ex-traitor alone was a rarity, yet inevitable as the day wound itself down. The sunset was blood red, a reminder, a haunting as Gin stopped in his steps and dared to glance back at the man who once again wore the Fifth Division's haori. Remarkable, that any of the Visored chose to return and become reinstated, let alone the fact that Hirako Shinji wished to come back to the establishment which exiled and abandoned him and his comrades in light of Aizen's twisted betrayal. That night... Gin could still hear their howling whilst Aizen admonished the fallen and freshly Hollowfied captain for never seeking to truly understand him. Funny how they were both, separately, completely ruined by Aizen Sousuke. But Gin wouldn't play the victim here, it was far easier to fall into the role of villain when looked upon with such disgust. He knew he deserved it.

❝ Have somethin' you wanna say to me, cap'n Hirako? ❞

@gyakusama

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: redemption ] i am healing by mistake; rome is also built on ruins #oop.