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the infamous gemini.
#i actually drew the twins some more#u w u#gemini au#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt#rottmnt disaster twins#disaster twins#rottmnt au#rottmnt seperated au#rottmnt sep au#rottmnt separated au#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donatello#tmnt 2018#rottmnt donnie#rise fanart#rise donnie#rise leo#rottmnt fanart#fidgetwing
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🌼 f l o w e r s 🌼
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SHE LIED WELL FOR WHAT SHE WAS; A FLOWER CAUGHT IN A STORM, and Gin contemplated her with an eerie tip of his head to one side, as though deciding whether or not to humor her redirect. He saw through it well enough, knew even without the taste of their reiatsu in the air who had done this to her. He could smell the jealousy and spite a mile away, the bitterness and bickering of lowlifes wishing to become the center of Aizen Sousuke's world -- when no one could draw his eye, especially when so pathetic and hasty. As Gin languidly stepped forward, he brushed past Orihime in favor of absently surveying the disarray -- dismissive, seemingly, of her state and as though he falsely needed a closer look to discern what happened.
He saw in her the dislike for conflict, so her lie was predictable enough, the protectiveness of her assailants not necessarily a full bloom of compassion, but a weak dive for control. In another instance perhaps Gin could've taunted her for trying to play him off like a fool, but he wasn't in the combative and cruel mood most perceived him to constantly linger within. Pale fingers picked a stray petal up, flicking it away after the idle gesture served its cause. He watched it flutter to the pale tile flooring at his feet.
Perhaps he was feeling cruel, but not the senseless kind that sought to bite simply to see how the recipient thrashed. There were many veils within Las Noches; deceptive corridors that changed once one turned their backs on them, smoke and mirror tricks -- and then the entirety of Kyoka Suigetsu. But there was another veil lesser known, and he sought to shred it. They played friends -- well, she had, at least, and Gin had played along, dumbing himself down to seem less threatening, slouching to seem smaller, smiling in a less sinister way, playful even, teasing, saying funny things... it was high time she caught a glimpse of validation for her wariness of him, even if she had made a point to bury it as of late.
❝ -- ah, course you tripped. You've always been awfully clumsy, haven't ya? ❞ The air did not lessen its chilling bite. The thrum of his presence remained a slithering shadow, white cloak flowing in his next few swaying steps in a lazy circle around the perimeter of her room. Her cell. Her prison. They were both imprisoned here, though she hardly knew that and Gin held no intention of allowing that sentiment to become known. The ache of homesickness ran deep, a thick sickness that threatened to choke him.
Gin grinned sharply. Disgusting.
❝ A pity Ulquiorra seems so inept at his duty, though, hm? Havin' no sense of security. And lettin' ya have glass like this -- well, maybe you ain't the type to slit throats with a broken shard, or turn it onto yourself to get th' last laugh. Either way, y'could've really gone 'n fucked things up with that whole resolute attitude y'got goin' for ya, steelin' yourself like you're gonna make some big move. Don't tense up so much or pause so long before sayin' whatcha say ---- makes your bullshit stand out more. ❞ A sharp hidden gaze cut whilst still remaining out of sight, a squint half-shaded by a mess of silver strands cast across his brow.
Her ploy tasted familiar, if only because he himself had lied about stray blood in his hair once, laughing it off as though he had struck his head yet healed the wound, forgetting to wash out the blood that most certainly hadn't been his own. She was planning something by the look in those eyes; she reminded him of -- ... all steel-eyed, pouty even, so utterly determined. Part of him felt sick from the comparison, a foul scent of bitter nostalgia, and the other felt an immense pity ---- neither of them could control a damn thing in either of their scenarios.
All of her resolve and power meant nothing when Aizen Sousuke wanted something. In the end, nothing mattered at all when that man decided he wanted to use her, use anyone and everyone, to achieve something. And if Aizen said the command for it now, Gin would have killed her where she stood regardless of any sentimental attachments made thus far. She was, ultimately, not worth ruining his century's worth of plotting. He'd make it quick, relatively painless. His words will sting more.
❝ If you're gonna plan to do somethin'... you oughtta act like you have somethin' else planned instead. Better yet; don't. There ain't nothin' you can do that cap'n Aizen ain't already aware of as a possibility, 'n nothin' you can do to trick him into thinkin' you ain't gonna try. So don't. Or I'll stop ya myself. ❞
Stepping toward her rather than around her, Gin imparted a smooth and lighter tone, as though remembering something pleasing. ❝ Ah... and I'll haveta stop by 'n ask Loly 'n Menoly if they know anythin' bout this lil mishap. I'm sure they must've at least heard ya trip 'n cause this mess given how recently I sense they must've stopped by. ❞
Gin brushed past her again, ghostly and fluid in his swift steps toward the door. He raised a sleeve-draped hand off to his side whilst departing, sparing a peek of slender fingers and thin wrist in a languid wave.
❝ -- see ya 'round, kid. Try not to trip again~! ❞
@rejekshun continued from this.
#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue#[ verse: arrancar arc ] casting away love; catharsis of eternity#u w u#hello this is a continuation you didn't ask for.#but also i figured it's been a while since gin got to be Not Silly.#orihime you sweetie you do not deserve this stinky man saying words at you.#especially that many words. the audacity.#anyway; feel free to continue this or just flip him off as he leaves wsbedhrj
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From In Memory; In Truth chapter 28:
Wow it's getting really hard for me to find things without spoilers. Scenes will likely become shorter, stuff may be redacted, etcetera.
For now... Once again, Lan Wangji finds himself subjected to Jiang Cheng's company lol.
“Should we ask for Wei Wuxian, first, or Crimson Rain?” “Likely Crimson Rain,” Lan Zhan suggests. He looks around. There are teahouses and inns, various businesses and homes, a bath house, a gambling hall, a house of pleasure, craftsmen selling joss paper figures and others with masks. How on earth should they know where to start? “His home is Paradise Manor,” he adds. “So we ask for—for that? What sort of name is ‘Paradise Manor’?” “What sort of mortal,” a slithering voice behind them says, “dares walk into Ghost City and insult Chengzhu?” They turn. A snake demon stands behind them, coiling and uncoiling. It crosses its arms over… its body, it doesn’t have a chest, really, and hisses, its tongue tasting the air. More ghosts start to gather. “Insulting Chengzhu?” someone asks. “How dare they!” “Eat them!” Part of the crowd surges forward and a dog-person comes between the pair of them and the angry ghosts. “What the fuck are you doing?” someone shouts. “That one in purple insulted Chengzhu! He can’t live after that!” “The one in purple is wearing a Clarity Bell,” the dog-person says, glaring at Jiang Wanyin. “Chengzhu has prohibited us taking action against those with the bells and their… companions.” “How do you know the Clarity Bell?” Jiang Wanyin shouts. Lan Zhan glares at him. They’re drawing the wrong sort of attention already and fighting isn’t going to help in the slightest. “Chengzhu gave us images,” the dog-person says. “Images he got from Yiling Laozu himself. Be grateful. It’s only because we respect both of them that you’re not in my pot of soup already.” “We are grateful,” Lan Zhan says, stepping forward and bowing. “We’re looking for him, actually,” Jiang Wanyin says. “Yiling Laozu.” “For what?” The crowd bunches up again. “We are grateful to him, too,” Lan Zhan answers before Jiang Wanyin can butt in. “He has aided us in a quest, and we wish only to thank him.” Thankfully, Jiang Wanyin keeps his mouth shut.
That's this week, late but not Late. I'm up to chapter four with the editing, which is Great. An entire ten percent of the way through lol.
And the fic is getting longer, rip. If it keeps up like this, I may have to divide my chapters differently just to keep it readable.
See you next week!!!
#my fic#wip wednesday#fic: imit#ascension au#mdzs#mxtx#mdzs fic#jiang cheng#lan wangji#u w u#i love them? i love them.#road trip time#modao zushi#modao zushi fic#gdc fic
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Typical Karaoke Night wardrobe.
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍. In my 004 verse, post-battle with Sukuna (in which he survives being cut in half thanks to @svgurugeto's interference, with canon continuing on after he's taken off the board) he is more or less decommissioned -- much to his own stubbornness and attempts to claim otherwise. There's no avoiding it: Satoru's burned out.
He used his RCT to excess, he bled his brain again and again, he tanked so many fatal hits, he purposefully delayed healing mortal wounds, he deployed his own Domain again and again -- he used everything ---- he is burned out. In the months following the fight, Satoru cannot maintain Infinity at its normal constant state without getting a nose bleed and feeling faint. He can't use Limitless to any extent without getting dizzy and it fizzling out. He's exhausted to the point that his RCT is on the fritz -- it was thrown into overdrive for a good portion of ten years with a mighty climactic and explosive usage of it during his fight with Sukuna ... and now he can't get his RCT running again without hiccups. It, too, fizzles out like an overheated appliance auto-shutting off.
This is, of course, all temporary. Gojo Satoru doesn't take kindly to being benched, he's too headstrong and determined ---- he still has so much he needs to do, so much more he needs to accomplish. Teacher!Suguru'll have to tie him down to a bed and not in the kinky way to make sure he gets his rest.
In a few months time Satoru'll be back to 'normal' but there'll be lasting scars: the physical kind, the ones that cover his body, aesthetics never being quite the purpose of RCT healing... but also the psychological kind will linger, too. As well-adjusted and unfortunately accustomed to violence as Satoru is, the only other time he's ever gotten that close to death was with Toji, as a teen, so that'll reawaken some buried trauma for him.
But his students need him, even if they managed without him during his two/three-month hiatus of recovery. Satoru'll insist on getting back to them, back to how things should be, paving the way for them with his blood sweat and tears -- and he'll pretend he's fine in true Gojo Satoru fashion.
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good morning to hypnos only thank u
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HEY ADMIN SNOW! DIDN'T YOU HAVE A GREASER SOMEWHERE?
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Moos just so that you might fall in love with me and lavish me with affection unending.
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"would you do anything for me?" // @unpiety
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I am legally obligated to tell you I have a gemini!Mikey in my head as a fictive, and they are the most chaotic Lil shit ever. You know how much they encourage me to bomb my workplace every day? How tempted I am? Thank you
; w ; for whatever reason this just absolutely tickles me. my little guys are in you guys' heads!? whOA,,,
( @drakkensystem )
#plz dont bomb ur workplace#but thats 1000% canon g!mikey would say that--#u w u#asks#anon#also THANK YOU
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The safety of my YNs entirely hinges on how slow I can't write certain chapters....
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@cwarscars sent: (at that dirty lil twink rufus - heidegger being a dumbass cause ily) "sir" it pains him to say "unfortunately...it would appear..." he clears his throat. why must he be the one to report this? where were the turks when this shit was going down? what was tseng doing? (probably his hair). "that AVALANCHE were aboard the entire time...as well as sephiroth. our security-" he grits his teeth "didn't notice until it was too late. my apologies, sir." gods, it swells a storm inside of him - has his knuckles white with the way he embeds nails into palms. he'd be telling 'president' rufus that this was a whole heap of bullshit did the boy ever actually have his back. unfortunately for the general; the two are at opposite ends of the stick. "we'll apprehend them should we find them" he snarls "i will, personally, punish them for this."
Rufus’ expression is calm as Heidegger’s words reach him, his eyes scanning the shoreline seemingly undisturbed. He doesn’t interrupt him in his desperate scramble for the right words to minimize the damage to his own person and reputation - something he should be better at by now. After all, this is hardly the first time he has nothing to show for except humiliating defeat and a report of the gaping holes in his security system. Maybe skill doesn’t always come with practice.
“Is that all you can do? State the obvious and apologize? What good does that do me?” Rufus replies coldly, finally regarding the General with an icy look that conveys nothing but disappointment and disdain. “It’s fascinating how you can admit your failure and in the same breath predict your next one. I would have hoped that finding them is a given now that we know they were on board, but clearly we share a lack of faith in of your competence regarding matters of any importance.”
Rufus starts to walk away with calm steps, leaving Heidegger standing where he is. “You really messed up this time. I expect you to deal with this accordingly, or else I might be tempted to leave you behind.”
#cwarscars#m. cwarscars#( m: rufus. )#( rufus: cwarscars. )#u w u#one public humiliation coming right up :D
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THEY WERE CATCHING DINNER TOGETHER; THEIR SCHEDULES ALIGNED AND GIN HAD NO PRESSING DUTIES TO ATTEND TO IN THE FIFTH... at last, they could breathe a little, reconnect. Though, as always nowadays, Gin had to be careful to not linger too close toward familiarity with her whilst in public unless he wished to risk landing her with accusations of not earning her way up on her own. Thus they dipped away down a less populated walkway, veering toward a shortcut that'd spit them out right by their favorite noodle shop.
There were still a few glances cast sharply their way, muttering whispers amongst passersby, lieutenants often didn't hang around students unless they were scouting them out for a position -- or something a little more predatory. Luckily their ages weren't vastly apart to add a far more concerning dynamic, but Gin still had to tiptoe.
❝ Heard your trainin' went well today -- practicin' Konsō's serious business, especially since it's a mission that offers ya a glimpse into th' World of the Livin'. It can be dangerous out there, Hollow lurkin' and all... but ya got, what, two or three Pluses sent off? That's real good. ❞
A genuine compliment carried more emphasis here -- Gin was all-too aware of Rangiku's frustrations, her shortcomings a sore subject worsened by the badge on his bicep and black robes contrasted by the white and magenta hue of her Academy uniform. He'd insist she was hard on herself, that even promising Shinigami-in-training like Hisagi Shuuhei could be rather pathetic and fail exams, but he knew it was nearly impossible to sway her from her pouty moods whenever they bubbled up.
His typical urge to kiss her whenever she pouted had to be stifled while out here, but that didn't stop him from feeling a flutter of 'fuck it, just do it' when glancing at her.
@dokuhai 's Academy-era starter she didn't ask for.
#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue#[ verse: lieutenant ] lying to myself; the past can still be changed#u w u#okay time to move some heavy furniture my lads
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i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy
#and also. am a ilittlel kitty :3#mine#cats#brain empy. felt tip cats ONLY#we were promised snow today n then they decided actually :) rain all day for u#i bought new wool for a cardigan today im SO excited its gna be so colourful#i was going to do some sort of Thing on the back like a heart or something but im still too scared to do colour changing stuff#maybe....maybe next time#i think i will try a patter w like. an actual grid with it first rather than just rawdog it#bc i . do not know what im doing :3
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