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⠀⸻ ❝ 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭—𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬. ❞
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #BLEACHRP #BLEACHOC #MVRP
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the end of the blossom season held many meanings, from the comfort of the coming summer to the philosophies of impermanence—how life is most beautifully lived in bursts of flourishing bloom.
and for a few, even more simply—it meant the sakura petals had been harvested, pickled, and were ready
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the end of the blossom season held many meanings, from the comfort of the coming summer to the philosophies of impermanence—how life is most beautifully lived in bursts of flourishing bloom.
and for a few, even more simply—it meant the sakura petals had been harvested, pickled, and were ready
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I am so deep in the tumblr trenches I'm doing my best I promise
I am so deep in the tumblr trenches I'm doing my best I promise
the kuragane ichizoku possess a comprehensive curriculum. they are scholars ; custodians of a society governed by moral discipline, where diplomacy wins over sword ( but the sword is no less sharp ).
they believe mastery must be preceded by knowledge. truth be it—it does.
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there is a reason why the 5th is so deceptively exclusive in all its peace.
from the captain that was before him to his final return , hirako shinji knew all along that the 5th’s peace was a product of necessity for the greats of their time.
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⠀⠀⠀lashes flicker over scarlet, lips part, breath lingering just a fraction too long. an untrained eye would miss it—the infinitesimal flicker of hesitation, of consideration—of 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆.
but hirako shinji’s gaze is anything but untrained. illusion was mundane. he saw the beast beneath ceremony…
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the kuragane ichizoku possess a comprehensive curriculum. they are scholars ; custodians of a society governed by moral discipline, where diplomacy wins over sword ( but the sword is no less sharp ).
they believe mastery must be preceded by knowledge. truth be it—it does.
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fingertips flit the pages of a book. clouds give way to dappled sun, brightening ivory parchment.
a spring shower is just passing—perhaps you are, too...?
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fingertips flit the pages of a book. clouds give way to dappled sun, brightening ivory parchment.
a spring shower is just passing—perhaps you are, too...?
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I've some threads to reply to, but ♥︎ for a short interaction !
if you've a particular arc/time period that takes your fancy, feel free to comment <3
I've some threads to reply to, but ♥︎ for a short interaction !
if you've a particular arc/time period that takes your fancy, feel free to comment <3
⠀⠀⠀lashes flicker over scarlet, lips part, breath lingering just a fraction too long. an untrained eye would miss it—the infinitesimal flicker of hesitation, of consideration—of 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆.
but hirako shinji’s gaze is anything but untrained. illusion was mundane. he saw the beast beneath ceremony…
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“ oya , 𝘰𝘺𝘢 , kuragane! ” comes hearty laughter —— there seems to be nothing but mirth coming from his person , and true mirth it proves to be. “ that's some comeback ; you've gotten much wittier , eh? i like that! ”
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⠀⠀⠀the food of her fancy is simple—more snack than meal. it’s the wine list she gives most attention.
calculated demeanour fails to show it, but the captain’s words stir something in her: an echo of doubt, long accepted but never wholly escaped. you never do. not when the doubt precedes a…
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⠀⠀⠀lashes flicker over scarlet, lips part, breath lingering just a fraction too long. an untrained eye would miss it—the infinitesimal flicker of hesitation, of consideration—of 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆.
but hirako shinji’s gaze is anything but untrained. illusion was mundane. he saw the beast beneath ceremony…
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all your muses: so tsubaki what about this really deep and interesting topic—
me: ... ROLLS UP SLEEVES TIME TO BSKY A NOVEL !!
all your muses: so tsubaki what about this really deep and interesting topic—
me: ... ROLLS UP SLEEVES TIME TO BSKY A NOVEL !!
—— 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, & 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨: 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, & 𝙬𝙖𝙧 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀╰──╮ #𝕾𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝕲𝐀𝐌𝐈 ╭──╯
⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bleachrp & #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ™
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—— 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, & 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨: 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, & 𝙬𝙖𝙧 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀╰──╮ #𝕾𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝕲𝐀𝐌𝐈 ╭──╯
⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bleachrp & #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ™
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—— 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, & 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨: 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, & 𝙬𝙖𝙧 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀╰──╮ #𝕾𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝕲𝐀𝐌𝐈 ╭──╯
⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bleachrp & #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ™
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—— 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, & 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨: 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, & 𝙬𝙖𝙧 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀╰──╮ #𝕾𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝕲𝐀𝐌𝐈 ╭──╯
⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bleachrp & #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ™
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⠀⠀⠀𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒆
⠀⠀⠀the face of self and society ; what is hidden and what is given. the first-born daughter of any clan learns early the distinction between secret longings and the graceful facade expected by society.
tatemae was society’s demand—rigid, flawless, frequently asking for…
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⠀⠀Behind jovial demeanor and warm smile lies a haunted man. Underneath the surface of a cheery gaze sullenness resides. A gaze that reflects the horrors witnessed. War is kind to no one except the dead. Their troubles are over. Those who survive suffer no matter the side they fought for. —
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⠀⠀“ couldn’t have said it better myself… ”
then—a pause. soft. reflective. her steps fall just short of the commander. a towering man in both height and station, yet never imposing.
kyōraku shunsui had asked a difficult question. those who survive war are never truly free of it. alive, yes—
…
⠀⠀⠀𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒆
⠀⠀⠀the face of self and society ; what is hidden and what is given. the first-born daughter of any clan learns early the distinction between secret longings and the graceful facade expected by society.
tatemae was society’s demand—rigid, flawless, frequently asking for…
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⠀⠀⠀the food of her fancy is simple—more snack than meal. it’s the wine list she gives most attention.
calculated demeanour fails to show it, but the captain’s words stir something in her: an echo of doubt, long accepted but never wholly escaped. you never do. not when the doubt precedes a…
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” ain't it! it's always something new when ya' learn the name of yer' zanpakuto, ” he grins , letting her take her time to order her food. ” when things are upside-down , ya' can see a whole new point-of-view. ”
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the truth of it ; the pleasure of the repartee. it pulls a laugh from her, a soft sound as she slips through the offered doorway—out from the staccato of rain & into the low hum of rhythm. a brief nod says ‘thank you’.
when she sits & digests his question, her chin finds rest atop fingers, ...
…
⠀⠀⠀the food of her fancy is simple—more snack than meal. it’s the wine list she gives most attention.
calculated demeanour fails to show it, but the captain’s words stir something in her: an echo of doubt, long accepted but never wholly escaped. you never do. not when the doubt precedes a…
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⠀⠀“ couldn’t have said it better myself… ”
then—a pause. soft. reflective. her steps fall just short of the commander. a towering man in both height and station, yet never imposing.
kyōraku shunsui had asked a difficult question. those who survive war are never truly free of it. alive, yes—
…
⠀⠀Oh my, what's this? Can it be? A pretty lady cares for his well being enough to ask how he's doing? What a wondrous night this is! It almost brings a tear to his eye... ahem, anyway, right, best to respond quickly.
⠀⠀"I am quite well, Kuragane, thank you for asking. It has been hectic as —
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that easygoing charm draws a soft laugh from her—the kind that slips out, unguarded, coaxed by an invitation to lay down the laborious mask of formality.
“ how fortunate for the evening, then—to have us both. ” a tenure of playfulness, warmed by the curve of her smile.
“ …how are you doing? ”
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⠀⠀“ couldn’t have said it better myself… ”
then—a pause. soft. reflective. her steps fall just short of the commander. a towering man in both height and station, yet never imposing.
kyōraku shunsui had asked a difficult question. those who survive war are never truly free of it. alive, yes—
…
⠀⠀⠀“ I did always enjoy that outlook of yours ~ ” the curve of red-painted lips deepens.
even ‘neath downcast shadow of that striped brim, she felt the weight of his gaze. not merely eyes, but intellect—shrewd & methodical. the scrutiny of a man who saw more than his equable manner would ever…
…
⠀⠀Attentive eyes lurk behind low brim of jade-striped bucket hat. Steely gray hues analyze and digest every aspect of his guest, down to the last minute detail. From her regal demeanor to her stilletoed gait, full lips to the sway of her curves, jovial and warm tone of voice, all of her —
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⠀⠀⠀liquid charm, even in narrative? 𝒐𝒉, kisuke urahara was a wily one. but that is not to dismiss it : floral notes atop an earthen tea base ; sweetness matured by regal undertones.
a fine pairing indeed.
[...]
⠀⠀⠀“ I did always enjoy that outlook of yours ~ ” the curve of red-painted lips deepens.
even ‘neath downcast shadow of that striped brim, she felt the weight of his gaze. not merely eyes, but intellect—shrewd & methodical. the scrutiny of a man who saw more than his equable manner would ever…
…
the truth of it ; the pleasure of the repartee. it pulls a laugh from her, a soft sound as she slips through the offered doorway—out from the staccato of rain & into the low hum of rhythm. a brief nod says ‘thank you’.
when she sits & digests his question, her chin finds rest atop fingers, ...
…
” that's how ya' can sift out a good man among the bastards, ” comes his amused chuckle , and when they finally reach the obscure jazz bar within the crossroads of the living and the dead , shinji holds the door open for her.
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the smile curves slowly, equal parts impish and contrite.
“ when we find a gentleman, I'll be sure to let him know he's footing the bill. ”
a soft laugh follows, apologetic. so does the smallest bow of her head ; that familiar tension between mischief and decorum…
[…]
the truth of it ; the pleasure of the repartee. it pulls a laugh from her, a soft sound as she slips through the offered doorway—out from the staccato of rain & into the low hum of rhythm. a brief nod says ‘thank you’.
when she sits & digests his question, her chin finds rest atop fingers, ...
…
that easygoing charm draws a soft laugh from her—the kind that slips out, unguarded, coaxed by an invitation to lay down the laborious mask of formality.
“ how fortunate for the evening, then—to have us both. ” a tenure of playfulness, warmed by the curve of her smile.
“ …how are you doing? ”
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⠀⠀The Captain Commanders gait lulls to a stop, good eye shifting in its socket; gaze on epicenter of vocals. A warm, cheery smile graces ruggedly handsome visage, "It's a lovely night indeed, Kuragane. And now that you have blessed me with your presence, it has only gotten lovelier."
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that easygoing charm draws a soft laugh from her—the kind that slips out, unguarded, coaxed by an invitation to lay down the laborious mask of formality.
“ how fortunate for the evening, then—to have us both. ” a tenure of playfulness, warmed by the curve of her smile.
“ …how are you doing? ”
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“ it's a nice night, isn't it…? ”
a question that needed no answer, for it was evident in the way the warmth of the day lingered into the eve.
rather, her words were a greeting—a 'good evening' in poetry.
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⠀⠀Out for an evening stroll. The cool night air felt wondrous against his visage.
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“ it's a nice night, isn't it…? ”
a question that needed no answer, for it was evident in the way the warmth of the day lingered into the eve.
rather, her words were a greeting—a 'good evening' in poetry.
⠀
⠀⠀⠀liquid charm, even in narrative? 𝒐𝒉, kisuke urahara was a wily one. but that is not to dismiss it : floral notes atop an earthen tea base ; sweetness matured by regal undertones.
a fine pairing indeed.
[...]
⠀⠀Svelte digits set aside cup of porcelain. They reached to the side and picked up his signature fan, fwipping it open. Fluid flick of wrists created a gentle current of air, of which caused flaxen tresses to sway.
⠀⠀The room smelled of fresh tea and floral beauty, the latter most likely a —
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just as effortlessly, it invited a smile—a warm, coy thing.
[ … ]
⠀⠀⠀liquid charm, even in narrative? 𝒐𝒉, kisuke urahara was a wily one. but that is not to dismiss it : floral notes atop an earthen tea base ; sweetness matured by regal undertones.
a fine pairing indeed.
[...]