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Rangiku (きなこもち) (u/Quirky_Ad_5420)

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 – gave my blood sweat and tears for this

An ominous gust of wind whipped across the barren plane, the stark, burned carcasses of trees rattled like bones against the gray sky. Palms flattened against the crust of the earth, her body ached, sweat dripped from her temples falling upon the sooty surface – evaporating nearly instantly as this burned and dead land cried for any subsistence.

Haineko’s laid just beyond the tips of her fingers, her hilt strained. She had been pouring her blood, sweat and tears into this training for weeks – no, wait months. Every opportunity she had where she could sneak away, back to where it all started, sit in those wildflowers and meditate.

Haineko couldn’t claim she wasn’t trying hard enough, her palms were calloused, cracked and bloodied.

Haineko wouldn’t say she wasn’t giving it her all, not when she continued to pick herself up each time she was knocked down, demanding they go again.

Haineko couldn’t say she didn’t mean it – not when she turned those pale irises upon her and there was a fierceness, a coldness that she had not seen before in her Master.

Still, the cat didn’t relent.

“Best to give it up already…” Came the purr-like taunt from the beast as her ashen gray tail flicked amongst the shadows of the burned-out forest. If Rangiku took some solace in the progress she had made it was that Haineko had chosen to reveal her true nature – the gray panther-like yokai, made of her ashes, reminiscent of static upon a television.

“…You’d like that, me quitting…” Rangiku managed after a moment, pushing back to sit upon her heels. Her left palm lifted with some resistance, finding that another callous had split, crimson blood had pooled into the soot forming a black tar like substance upon her hand. Gingerly, she wiped it upon her uniform; her right palm was no different, but she didn’t bother cleaning it, rather she reached for Haineko’s hilt, drawing the weapon across her lap.

“Of course I would,” the sarcastic retort came as she sensed her Zanpakuto’s spirit moving against the shadows. Her vision lifted to the tops of the trees, one swayed as if drawn down by some weight, then snapped back as another one near it lulled against the new force upon it. Haineko was stalking closer to the edge of the forest where Rangiku sat. “You’ve been nothing but a nuance.”

A harsh bout of laughter escaped her, as she drew her left leg forward, pushing herself up to stand once more. “I’d call you the same,” she countered, “This could have gone a whole lot easier if you hadn’t fought me every step of the way…” She hissed, both out of annoyance but also out of the sharp pain coming from her rib – safe to assume it had been cracked.

Just as she managed to stand a blast of ashes shot directly towards her, she managed to evade but barely – the nearly invisible blades slitting her skin upon her cheek. “Then take the hint!” It was a clear growl, a near roar, “Unless you’d rather die!”

A faint flick of her wrist had her blade dispensing into ashes once more, there was no need to call her release, not here, not within their domain. Countering the decisive strike with one of her own, her right-hand extended outwards towards the trees in which she had pinpointed earlier, but at the last moment the ashes split into three separate assaults, slamming into the tree in which she had recognized held her Zanpakuto’s spirit and the two on either side – the clear and objective two main escapes.

A sharp, cracking noise echoed through the barren land, the sound of splintering wood was impossible to ignore as one of the charred canopies toppled and cascaded down to the ground sending up a dust cloud of soot. In it, she saw a large shape drop from the treetops as well, using the unsettled air as a smoke screen she knew Haineko was poised for another attack.

Wind began to whip up, scattering more of the ashes that blanketed the ground up into the air, her left arm rose, her sleeve acting as a shield to cover her nose and mouth from the debris. Just then she felt the telltale sensation of a cut, she glanced at her knuckles, her wrist – small cuts marked her skin. Then her temple, her forehead, paper thin cuts on every inch of exposed skin. She was quick to recall her own ashes back, commanding them into a high-speed vortex around her to dispense any of Haineko’s ashes away.

“You think some glorified papercuts are going to get me to quit?” She shouted, throwing her head back to stare upwards at the sky above her, catching a faint sight, high in the sky that seemed to be barreling down at her. A rocket-like wave of ashes slammed directly over her, scattering and dispensing just as quickly as they had appeared.

As the cloud of dust settled, silence fell upon the world again – there was no rustling of bone like branches, no howls of the wind across barren planes. Haineko had found herself victorious, sending her Master once more packing – until the dust cleared and a swirling dome of ashes remained. The ashes quickly scattered, reforming once more into a blade, her arm bloodied, the sleeve tattered, dropped from over her head, as the newly reformed blade clattered against the ground.

In the very last split second before Haineko’s ashes had enveloped her she had tightened the ashes under her command to rotate faster, closer together, forming layer upon layer of ashen domes to protect her against the onslaught. Only her arm had taken a near direct hit of the attacking ashes before her own had rallied to her defense.

“…You got me good…” barely flexing the fingers on her right hand caused her wince and buckle down to her knee. She expected some cruel retort echoing from the dark, sinister reaches of the seared forest, having expected Haineko to retreat to the solitude upon besting her once more. Instead, there was silence.

“Haienko…” Rangiku called, anxiety spiking at the sudden silence. Haineko was keen on getting the last laugh, the final cutthroat word in, she had yet to leave her hanging like this. “Haineko?”  Was she preparing for the final attack, that would end this once and for all. But there, just beyond the edge of the forest, two piercing blue eyes caught her attention. Their color a vivid, bright blue – reminiscent of the ghostly man who haunted her dreams, she didn’t know any better she would have sworn they were his. But their shape was too cat-like, their size too large to be anything but those of the spirit that called this world home.

“Why do you want this so badly?” Haineko’s voice rang out, in the many months of this endeavor it dawned on her that Haineko had never once questioned her about her motives, till now. She had dismissed her demands, ridiculed her, taunted her but had never asked – why.

Her why came in the form of a desperate cry – not her own, but that of her captain’s – calling for Hyōrinmaru to answer him. And still yet, her why was his voice, younger echoing the sentiment that they weren’t strong enough to help their captain. Her why was the same haunting memory of watching the man she loved die, her tears stilling upon his cheek as she clutched for the strength to stop a monster. A torrent of memories flooded her mind, the feeling of feeling helpless, useless, a burden to those around her – Haineko must have felt it, seen it, known about it. So, what answer did she seek?

“I’m doing this for me,” her tone was resolute, but she was met with silence, yet she could sense Haineko’s displeasure at her answer. “…I never wanted this Haineko. I would have been happy carrying on like we were, content even. I don’t want a damn captaincy, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I want…” Her head hung, lids crushed close as she struggled to find the words or rather fight through the torrid of words that threatened to spill out.

“I want to do this for myself. To prove to myself that I am capable. That I’m not a burden to everyone around me. That I can fulfil my duty that I made, that I can protect the people I care about. That’s why I need this Haineko. I can’t let what happened to Toshiro happen again. I don’t want to be questioned if I ‘can handle it’ or think I need someone there to protect me, because I’m not strong enough, not capable enough to defend myself, my division, Soul Society – whatever or whoever!”

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Words echoed within her mind, but she was incapable of understanding it, it was garbled, yet whispered in a hushed tone, and spoken rapidly. Her head lifted; vision focused upon Haineko’s piercing gaze once more.

“There’s a price…” Her spirit spoke, straightforward.

“A price?” She didn’t understand, she hadn’t heard of anything like that, she knew of Hyōrinmaru’s limit on his, knew of Sakanade’s banned use – but a price? “I’ll pay it.”

A sigh escaped her Zanpakuto having expected that response. “You haven’t even heard what it is yet.”

“Then tell me,” Rangiku demanded, matching her straightforward tone.

“…Your Bankai…My Bankai is indiscriminate…Friends and foe can be affected…It will put a strain on your body…your soul…” The last of her cards she could play to protect her Master, her warning about wanting to die hadn’t been in jest – if she wasn’t sincere in her desire, adding this to her already fractured soul, might just kill her.

ነሁጎነልክቿ ክዐ ፕልክቿጌጎ

Words once more sounded within her mind, as she listened to Haineko’s warning, “It will take mastery for this to not be the case. Don’t think it will be easy. It will take years…decades, centuries perhaps…”

Time she may not have, but it didn’t matter. It was almost there, just beyond her grasp.

“Fine!” Bloody knuckles clenched and slammed into the ground as she bowed her head once more. “Fine! It’s a last resort option I get it, Haineko!”

She had lost her cool, she was sounding desperate – after all this work, after fighting tooth and nail with Haineko if her outburst caused her to retreat, she’d never forgive herself. She held a bated breath as she listened for movement, but she heard none, instead she heard a crackling noise. Smoke wafted into her sinuses, her head lifted as she watched from the edge of forest embers pop and cascade, engulfing the already destroyed earth. What was there left to burn?

The small ring of fire suddenly shot out, searing everything in its path, coming within inches of her hands, she snapped up Haineko and sat back. Just as suddenly as the fire had erupted, it was out, gone – but everything it had charred dispersed, a light wind sent a torrent of charred remains into the air, the larger pieces breaking apart and scattering till a swirling vortex of ashes rose between her and the forest. No longer could she see the trees, no longer could she make out where the sky and ashes started or ended.

“…Remember…there is a price…”

Her vision surveyed over the impenetrable wall of ashes before her, glancing briefly down to see that her Haineko was merely her hilt, and the seared ground surrounded her.

ȘƲίȘλɴε ɴΘ τλɴεßί

The words were practically crystal clear in her mind. Her eyes closed; she inhaled…

“…Suisane no Tanebi Haineko…”

Her eyes snapped open suddenly, gone was the barren forest, instead the charred remains of wildflowers surrounded her, petals turned to ashes in the wind, wind that rapidly began to churn, lifting the fine dust like ashes into the air as it clouded the immediate area. She was quick to stand, struggling to maintain the force of her finally achieved Bankai. Haineko’s warning rang like alarm bells in her mind.

Through the swirling vortex, a form moved into her peripheral vision, she turned catching glimpses in gaps of ashes. ‘Friend and foe…’ Her pulse quickened as she raised an arm, a scream of warning bubbled upon her lips.

 “– Ikka..ack!” Blood sprayed from her scream, clogging her throat, she dropped to a knee – her chest, no, lungs wailed in agony. Haineko’s hilt clattered against the ground, as the swirling vortex slowed, the ashes began to fall. Her vision tunneled in briefly as she searched, hands reaching and padding the ground till she grasped Haineko’s hilt once more. Recalling her blade, she slumped forward, her left hand bracing her against the ground and the sound of heavy footfalls flooded her fading consciousness.

“Rangiku!” Ikkaku’s voice sounded miles away, but she felt him next to her, his hand rested upon her shoulder as she lifted her hand to bring him pause. Her peripheral vision slowly began to return, her breathing grew less labored. She sat up, turning her head to spit out blood before wiping her lips against the upper end of her sleeve.

“…Was that…?” Ikkaku squatted down next to her, as her head slowly turned to face him, a faint smile on her lips.

“…My Bankai…”

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Apologizes for the disappearing act. This last week has been terrible when it has come to work and life, but that doesn't actually account for the previous few weeks. To put it simply, I just have been locked in a headspace that wasn't conducive to writing. I've been busy with just other things, work has been draining and it has all just compounded to build a writer's block that I haven't been able to break down.

I'm going to stare at a word document and listen to the most depressing Taylor Swift songs and see if I'm stirred to write.

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A true sense of normalcy had begun to return to the Tenth as well as all of Soul Society. A fresh wave of new recruits had been welcomed ceremoniously to the Gotei 13 a few months prior; the fresh, young faces softened the grizzled veterans, building distance between the events of the last war that had nearly brought them all to the brink.

The Tenth had faired better than some other divisions – while they had a few lost squadrons of members, both commanding officers had returned; just worse for wear.  Eventually, after the barracks were rebuilt, the office was repaired, they were back to their old routines and old habits.

Rangiku couldn’t believe how quickly she had once more tired of paperwork – nor how it was possible for there to be this much paperwork when literally nothing was actually happening. Days were filled with meetings, training drills, scouting details – nothing of any significance and yet…she had a mountain of paperwork on her desk with nothing but progress reports. The absolute joy of fresh recruits.

Thankfully, this was a shared Hell as her Taichou was also buried behind these reports. She at the very least could put a name to face for each member of their squad; having every few reports having to remind her captain just who the squad member was that was listed at the top of the document. Their late work night was briefly interrupted by a soft knock at the office’s door from their Third seat, a sealed communication in their hand. Her captain took the message, snapping the seal before silently reading the message.  

Before he divulged the information on the correspondence, Hitsugaya questioned about the next day’s assignments, had they posted already? The piece of paper sat on the edge of her desk, having not yet pulled herself from her chair to go and post them – but it was growing late, and she needed to. ‘Don’t,’ it was a simple command; she snatched a clean sheet of parchment and jotted down a quick note, passing it to their Third seat to post it before waving them out.

Once they were alone, he held out the document for her to take, she stood and crossed the spaces between their desks. An authorization for tactical training in the World of the Living due to an increased presence of low-level Hollows, but they were to await further instructions. It felt too soon to send new recruits on such a mission, a sense of dread building in her gut.

‘Perhaps we can call it a night’ her captain offered, even if he didn’t move from his desk, the pen still furiously crossing the parchment. A small smile tucked the corners of her lips upwards; she didn’t need to be told that twice.

Shutting the office door gently, she began her walk back to her apartment. But the barracks were still buzzing with squad members, new recruits stopped to wish her a good evening, her Fifth seat asked had a question for her – all she wanted was to get home and relax.

Down the hallways she went, a distance voice echoed down the hall, ‘guaranteed drunk lieutenant’ quickly caught her attention as she approached, brow furrowed. They say one’s reputation often proceeds them, so how was it that for the majority of the new recruits her reputation was that of a well-respected, veteran fukutaichou, known for her beauty and charm and the clear opposite of their icy-cold captain. But to this one, this Akira Tenshin, she was failure, undeserving of her role, a drunk, lazy and apparently ‘work-shy’.

It was sickening sweet smile on her features as her gaze leveled upon her squad member, “My, my, I’d hate to hear what you think of me when I’m not in ear shot…” she chimed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a delicate sweep of her nail. Her smile never left her features, but it failed to reach her pale blue gaze which was piercing.

“If you’re looking for your assignments for tomorrow, I was ordered not to post them. Something is trickling in but taichou doesn’t have all the information yet…” She breezed by at a slow pace, a hand giving a gentle dismissing wave. “If I were you both, I’d get back to your barracks. I’d hate to impose a curfew for insubordination.” She mockingly joked.

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Akira was taking a bit of a stroll through the grounds of the 10th division barracks, taking some time to enjoy the moonlight. It wasn't so bad actually this place. Sure he had fancied himself more of 13th division person, but that hadn't worked out.

Still the moonlight wasn't too bad. It was getting a little late, perhaps he should turn in for the night and worry about what possible duty posting he had in the morning.

Entering the barracks he looked over at the duty roster, to see where he was going to be for the next day. Only it wasn't there, just a pinned note to check back later. Akira furrowed his brow.

"I am guessing our wonderful almost guaranteed drunk Lieutenant has once again shirked her duties or passed it onto some other poor soul" He spoke aloud, looking at a fellow squadmate who seem to look like he had seen a ghost.

"What? it is so true. I have never met someone so good at shirking off responsibility. If you look up work-shy in the dictionary, you would just see a picture of her. "

The other soul reaper simply let out a gasp at the end of Akira's declaration. With a furrowed brow, Akira simply shrugged his shoulders at the man.

"What is wrong with you? You seen a hollow or something?" It was at that point he felt that lingering background pressure. It "She is right behind me isn't she?" With a small sigh he began to turn around to see if his suspicions were right.

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// I know this is 16 days late, and all that. But it just appeared on my dash and everyone is being all nice and loving so have this #SorryNotSorry

Send 💥 if you would like to explore a ANTAGONISTIC relationship between our muses!

SIMPLE SHIPPING MEME!! | Accepting

Send 💥 if you would like to explore a ANTAGONISTIC relationship between our muses!

First of all, I can't get over and greatly appreciate that you went and looked back at when I posted this meme and then referenced it.

Secondly, how dare you. Jk.

Thirdly, an antagonistic relationship - ooooh, intriguing. Rangiku generally speaking doesn't have a lot of hostile relationships - mainly there's only one. So I'm all for exploring it with another character, especially if it's coming in one sided to begin with.

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≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ?

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . | Accepting

≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ?

Optimist – no doubt about it. Does she have her pessimistic moments, yes, but she’s certainly one who wants to see the good in the world, in the people around her, just be happy – not let things get her down. Though, later on, I think she may take on a bit more realistic persona but still with a mainly optimistic spin.

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⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

//sorry if I sent too many at once, wasn't sure if they were meant to be sent separatedly or as groups-

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . | Accepting

⊹ — PISCES .

≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ?

Rangiku is a bit of both. So often judged strictly on her appearance and not on her skills, strength and abilities, especially early on – she had to develop a think skin to ridicule, judgement and criticism. She had to prove herself – not just to fellow classmates, professors, squad members and captains that she was meant to be a shinigami and a member of the Gotei 13.  In public, her defense mechanism to this is to simply take it with a smirk, and to eventually prove them wrong. However, in private she’s definitely going to take it a bit to heart briefly. She’s not above rehashing the conversation or event in a drunk state and being pissed when she thinks of a witty or smartass retort that she could have used AFTER the fact.

However, generally speaking, Rangiku is also quite sensitive – in the fact that she’s sensitive to her friends’ feelings and what they’re going through. She will be comforting and offer supportive words and aid. She’s the right mix of both.

≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ?

Her napping could certainly be seen as an escapist behavior as well as daydreaming, and her drinking – sort of. The daydreaming and napping I think are less escapist style behaviors and more in tune with just her cat-like mentality. Whereas her drinking – depending on verse – could certainly be seen as escapist.

≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ?

When Rangiku was a child, she had more nightmares than dreams. In the early months after her attack, she had nightmares of this event – hazy figures, disembodied voices, this overwhelming sense of dread, pain, loss. This often would involve her waking up startled, screaming, crying or Gin waking her up due to her mumbling, whimpering in her sleep. These dissipated over time and eventually nearly went away all together – though there were a few here and there as she got older.

Eventually, if she did dream, her dreams were happy memories, or your typical subconscious ramblings.

However, nightmares were something that returned to plague her after Gin’s betrayal and eventual death. They also carried on after the event of the Quincy War, just figments of past traumas continuing to haunt her. Gradually, they do lessen but pleasant, sweet dreams are often hard to come by for her.

She is not known to sleepwalk, but I wouldn’t doubt that it certainly has happened on occasion.

≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

Generally rather well – surprisingly. That’s not to be said that it doesn’t bother her, or depending on the topic she won’t react by flying off the handle or snapping – but for the most part she can take it with a stiff upper lip. If it is a harsh criticism coming from someone who means well and it just looking out for her, if their intentions are positive then she isn’t going to take it the wrong way.

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“…No, don’t apologize.”

Being told the truth was often difficult to hear – but it was entirely necessary. She had been so focused, so adamant about building up walls, protecting herself that she hadn’t stopped to consider how it was affecting those on the outside. For one who had once been so opened and carefree – warm and welcoming – the façade she had crafted was cold and private. She could act as she once had, but those who knew her – knew the difference.

“It’s just been difficult…I don’t feel like I have had any time to process, one event after another. I couldn’t outwardly grieve – and grieving in silence and solitude, that’s wallowing. And watching everyone else carry on, straighten their backs, square their shoulders, become stronger – I felt like I was shrinking.” Her focus lifted, lashes fluttering to keep the torrent of tears as bay a little while longer.

“The last step in grief is supposed to be acceptance, and I think I eventually accepted it but it’s still hard some days. Losing someone like that, someone who had such an impact on your life – leaving you with absolutely nothing. And then to turn around and face another battle, another war. To come face to face with your shortcomings, your failures – but to have to put on a brave face for not only yourself but your squad. And then –” Fingers snapped with a resounding sound, her arm dropping to her side, “– Just like that, everything has changed again. Faced with so much unknown.”

There’s no preventing the tears at this point, as they steadily stream down her cheeks, allowing them to drip from her chin as her expression remained stoic. After a moment though her arm raised, wiping away the tears with the back of her sleeve before shaking her head. “I know none of this is going to go away, the thoughts, my worries, my feelings but you can’t look at me and tell me you want to bear some of this as well when I know damn well, you’re dealing with your own shit.” A shaky exhale followed as she steadily stepped forward, bridging the distance he had placed between them. Her hand rose, the back of her fingers tenderly tracing down his cheek, a faint smile – genuine in nature once more – “But…if you’re sincere, honestly, even if it’s a sincere lie, I do appreciate it.”

Her fingers gave one more pass along his cheek before they shifted, palm cupping it gently as she pressed up onto her toes, lips gently connecting with his in a brief, chaste kiss. “I’m sorry that I ruined our afternoon of hooky with all this melancholy,” she offered, having withdrawn from him, a soft chuckle on her lips. “I promise I won’t let it happen again…”

His arms tighten around her shaking body as she comes into his embrace, hugging her as if she could disappear at any second. "But that's the problem, Rangiku."

He dropped the formalities, dropped the titles because right now they were just friends, having a heart to heart, comforting each other in their presence.

"Yer not burdening us. Ya make it sound like w'ere throwin' away ourselves just to help you, but that's not the case." Renji frowned. "We want to help. We wanna be there fer ya."

At this point, it felt like he was repeating himself like a broken record, saying the same things over and over, but not knowing how to make her understand his sentiments. He cursed, wishing that he could be more eloquent with his words

He met her gaze with a gritted jaw, both hands coming up to grasp her shoulders tightly. "Stop. Stop lyin' to yerself. Stop it. It's okay to admit that yer not okay. It's okay to say that ya don't know when yer gonna feel fine, again. Whatever fine is. It's okay to feel anger, frustration, sadness, and to mourn what is lost. It's okay. And it's okay to express that. And it's okay to want to just. Feel yer feelings if that's what ya wanna do. Stop pretendin' like it's alright. Stop tryin' to act like suppressin' it is gonna make it all go away. Cuz it's not."

He sighed and took a step back once he realized how harsh his words sounded. "I'm sorry... that. I said too much. It's just. I wanna be there fer ya. When ya need it."

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )

⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?

⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?

⊹ — GEMINI . ≻ how does your muse communicate with others ? ≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? ≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ? ≻ how does your muse react to change ?

⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?

⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?

⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?

⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?

⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?

⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?

⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?

⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?

⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

short-hair Rangiku era is always precious to me

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

TIEBREAK: Seireitei Smashability Showdown: Semi-Finals, Match 308.5

This is a tie-break poll! It will run for three days instead of seven. If the outcome is another tie, there will be another tie-break lasting 24 hours.

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

“ well, how do i look? ”

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 | Accepting

The workday had long since passed and yet a few lights still burned dimly in the offices of the Tenth. Bubbles of laughter echoed down the empty hallways, nothing of any seriousness was taking place within those walls.

Rangiku’s head lulled back against the pillow propped against the arm of the couch, her eyes closed, locks twisted up and secured with a clip – and gently pressed upon her face a beauty mask. But upon it the outline of a gray cat’s face, whiskers and all. Across from her sat her third seat, another such mask being pulled from the packaging as she skimmed the instructions.

Soon, their mask was gently positioned upon their skin, patted down and smoothing in places before she rounded, questioning her superior about her appearance. One of Rangiku’s lid slowly lifted as she pushed herself up as both lashes fluttered open. Her own mask had slipped a little which forced her to push the cat and her forehead up before she managed a good look.

Laughter was quick to bubble up to her lips. “Did you mean to pick that one?” She questioned, laughing harder before she kicked her legs off the couch and strode to her desk, rummaging through the bottom drawer to locate a small mirror, holding it out to her as she once more crossed the distance between the two locations. “Cause you make the cutest panda I think I’ve ever seen.”

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

Headcanon - A Hidden Skill – Sewing

Rangiku is self-taught when it comes to sewing. This is mainly derived from her childhood. Given Gin and her living situation they didn’t have much beyond the clothes on their back and the leaky roof over their head. Therefore, when clothes – mainly Gin’s – would rip or be torn in some fashion she attempted to mend them. The stitches might not have been straight, and they might ultimately need to be mended again but she did her best.

She got better over time, learning how to patch the yukatas or fix hems, or whatever simple stitches were needed. This skill became a little more necessary when they joined the academy. Mainly for tailoring her uniform to flatter her developing shape.

Over time, the need for this skill tapered off but she redirected it to take up embroidery. She’ll often embroider little handkerchiefs with flowers or small animals for her friends – often they’re just a tad wonky but it’s honestly the effort that counts. Still, if she isn’t reading a cheesy romance novel she might be embroidering. She also has like half a dozen projects started in a drawer in her apartment that she’s gotten stuck on and needs to figure out the next stitch on – but she’ll finish them one day.