Important update:
I'm really not feeling this blog as much as I thought, and I rarely update. I'm still in the bleach fandom, but it's more of the fact that I have no idea what to post most of the time, and I don't get many people to interact with. I will probably either stop updating, or archive these posts in another blog and make this a different one.
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"I'm gonna get so wasted on New Years..."
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"I forgot Christmas was a thing. Am I getting anythin'?"
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"NO don't eat it!!!"
"Wasn't it our birthday the other day? Shit, I guess I owe you a gift..."
He thought for a moment.
"Shit, uh, how about a pet mantis?"
❝ A pet? Ya mean like 'fer me 'ta EAT? ❞
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Today was a lazy, rainy day. He just decided to clean his palace in Las Noches. Well, Tesla did most of it, but he at least helped. He had nothing better to do. He didn't find any hollows and he was bored as hell.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NNOITRA!!!!
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"Gotcha bitch!"
He caught a small hollow to kill, and then eat. He's had a slow day, so this is fun for him.
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"NOOOO PIKMIN DON'T TOUCH THE WATER!!!"
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"I just found out that dried persimmons are pretty healthy, I just ate them for the taste."
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Don'tcha LOVE executive dysfunction?
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"Why do ya got that mark on yer face?" He is pointing.
"Well damn, can't a guy smile a bit?"
Shinji frowns, but only for a moment. For the first time ever, the mimic changes form in front of another. Like a shadow, it becomes a silhouette, morphing and changing shape like clay before taking another form.
"Is this one more ta yer taste?"
He can't help but snicker almost horsely, he thought that maybe the other Nnoitra would like seeing his own face.
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[Maybe I should mention that since my muses are a mimic that takes the form of people in the bleach verse, it can do some uncanny things with its body while in those forms, like this:]
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"So Aizen's army is just dead and gone? That easy? I suppose that would explain the lack of activity, but... I still can't shake that eerie feeling.."
He could do nothing but stare in awe down the shiny corridor of Las Noches and ruffle his silvery hair. He couldn't believe that the arrancars could be wiped out so easily.
He tries to find the survivors, only fonding Nnoitra, Hallibelnand Grimmjow so far...was that really all?
@despairforme
Whatever, it was too long now. He subsided all his worries about being called insane, and just decided to ask someone. The first person he ran into happened to be he quinto espada of the realm he was inhabiting. He walks up to him and asks his question...
"Gilga, tell me...tell me I'm not going insane here. Does it seem, quieter than usual? This place feels like a ghost town lately."
Gin looks up at him, his expression was its usual stoic and collected, but it seemed like a little fear was cracking through. Gin wondered to himself, was this just how this realm was? He was new to it afterall. Maybe he was just crazy...
He didn't want to believe it. No, something had to be going on. Something just felt...off. Something felt wrong.
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