#thedarkrescuer

[jianassassinshao]

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My character has been committed to an asylum. Send me ☤ for their reaction to yours visiting them.

It was visiting day.

Volunteers came and went in the droves but none stayed as long as the young man with strange colored hair.

He treated her, even though she suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder disorder, as others should have: a human.

A nephew to Zhengde, her caretaker, had adopted her after his death when she was small, but he had abused her. Physically, psychologically, and neglected her for so long it took its toll upon her mentality.

"Yuzu, you remember her, yeah?"

"Yes."

"Awesome. She made you a pair of gloves and a hat for the winter. Yuzu had made a scarf, but-"

There was a nod that cut him off, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Please give her my thanks. It gets cold in here easily..."

"Cool. A couple of my friends, they kinda wanted to come but I told them no. I don't want to over-whelm you. They can be a bit strange..."

Shao nodded again, a hushed thanks leaving her. "Have you asked if they can come in turns? Explain to them what is required of them and what I have gone through..."

"Shao Jun, you don't need to share that... Takes a lot of courage to talk about it..."

She nodded again. "Indeed, it does..."

It may have been years since it happened. It may have broken her in a few ways, but she was healing. It was rocky, yes, but she was healing.

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"And then I wake up and I’m empty! I have nothing!"

                            YOU’RE A HOLLOW.

                                        YOU’RE NOTHING, YOU’RE EMPTY,

                   YOU’RE MADE OF DUST AND TO DUST SURELY YOU WILL RETURN.

                          WHAT ARE YOU?

                                                              H O L L O W.

                                    NOTHING MORE.

        there is a thin line between the two of them; a hollow walking as a human and one that was neither dead nor alive, human nor soul. where does the invader's mask lie, the two faced boy with fire on his head and laced into his tongue but none in the swing of his sword?

            his attacks become easy to gather into his hand and redirect with a rough motion, until there is no barrier between singed flesh and the chill of a bat's cursed hand.

                 underneath it all, he is still human. there is no way he would truly understand the limits to a limitless emptiness, no way to know what nothing is despite looking it in the eyes, a void stricken through the soul. they are words spoken without merit or reason.

                                                it is exactly what he detests.

           meaningless banter on the brink of death that gives no light to truth or lies or cognizance. bones slide around each other, gripping harder, tighter, jaws of life that end more than save. logistics f l y through a mind so corroded by reason and seeing.

                                                         what do i see?

                 a boy. just a boy who did not calculate the outcomes of a life marked by mistakes and would not could not should not did not.

                                                  shinigami made mistakes.

                                                          ulquiorra did not.

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thedarkrescuer replied to your post: thedarkrescuer asked:[text] Stop ...

☾txt : rokubantai ass ;; When I’ve sent messages over a period of days I’m p sure that’s not being busy, that’s being an asshole☽

[text: Strawberry] You sent me messages?

[text: Strawberry] ... Did the receptions not pick up?

[text: Strawberry] Why did you send me so many texts, anyway? Don't tell me you have become a needy moron.

[binoshi]

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In my defense, training with you people automatically gave me a few free passes for everything.

"That was all Shinji. You've no reason to blame me, Ichigo." Does not dare point a finger at Hiyori. 

[riddliing-blog]

As all young children do, Tom had formed wishes and or desires he would dare not verbalize to any other living being in a manner that was relatively willful. Without divulging each mentioned point as to rid it of secrecy, what were a few he had as a child? { I'm not sure about it but here ya go, you requested and I tried uwu }

               " ----------- I wish they'd leave me alone."

                                                               "He's going to pay---"

                             "Please."

    " ----- is Mrs. Cole l e a v i n g soon?"

                                                  "Hogwarts---"

               "Who is my father?"

                                                                                                  "Why doesn't anyone like me---"

                                            " ------- If I break his finger, will it hurt?"

                         "....---"

                                                                                             "----...."

                                                            ...

                           "Mommy, why did you leave me here?                                     I promise I'll be a good boy, I will!                                                                         I wanna go home---"

[theshyfighter]

thedarkrescuer said: nursing home here you come

--  Right? I'm already 20 and I need to go to the nursing home. Haha.

[chappii]

jυly raιn ||

   Rain.

It was that time of year in karakura town. It was almost everyday that the sky darkened and threatened to pour itself down on the city-- leaving the citizens in a gloomy and depressing atmosphere. Even now, a Saturday night on which most parts of the city would be bustling in a rushed, yet typical manner, light droplets of water fell silently and seemed to hush the entire town. 

                        "I hope I didn't miss dinner," Were the muttered words of a certain shinigami as she reached the suburban street corner. Rukia paused there for a brief moment, readjusting the umbrella in her hand as her other gripped the Urahara Shop bag tightly. On a weekend as such with no school or hollows, the noble spent half of her time in her closet or out and about. 'Out and about' consisted of convenience store sweets, book shops and visiting Uraharas. 

    The rain only seemed the patter harder against the umbrella's canvas as Rukia rounded the street corner and gained eyesight of the Kurosaki household. As well a small patch of orange hair. Raising a raven brow, the noble carried herself closer to the other whom had his head buried into his arms. He sat on the ground, legs crouched against his chest.

      "Ichigo..?" Rukia muttered, finding herself looming over her friend. She held the umbrella close enough to her so she wouldn't get wet, but far enough that Ichigo's right shoulder and hair were no longer being drenched. The other seemed to sense that the rain had ceased, his shoulders unclenched and his head raised slowly.

                  It's July 17th.

Only then did the shinigami realize the date, as well as the reason the boy in front of her was crouched over on himself. The bright, determined auburn orbs that Rukia had looked into many times were bleak and brimmed with tears. His teeth were clenched, as if he was attempting to scowl towards her but could not. Ichigo.. was crying. 

The noble's violet hues stared blankly to his for a brief moment before he lowered his head once more. Ichigo's shoulder began to quiver again, as well as clench tighter. It was the second time the pair had shared the occasion together-- was him crying on the street something normal? 

A million scenarios ran through Rukia's mind in the next few moments. She could stand there until he was done. She could leave him. She could attempt to make him feel better. Rukia began to consider each option in her mind, only then noticing that her knees were crouching slowly the to ground. Before she knew it, the shinigami's small hands had made their way from the umbrella and bag to the others face. Both items previously held thunked to the ground and quickly became wet.

                "Ichigo, look at me," Softly toned words were mumbled before Rukia pressed her fingers against her friends face lightly, guiding his cheeks from his lap towards her. Ichigo's brows furrowed and his teeth clenched tighter before opening to say something. Only, he was interrupted by the noble.

            "I, your family, we will always be here. I refuse to let you cry on your own."

  With that, Rukia's violet orbs gazed into his for a few seconds, only to avert. She withdrew her hands from the others cheeks and sat herself next to the substitute. She did not reach for her umbrella, nor the wet grocery bag. She only sat quietly with her friend whom had buried his head once more. Only this time, his quiet sobs were louder and were not hidden.

Rukia let him cry. Because the rain grew a little bit lighter, and she hoped they could soon go inside and be with the family on this date.

And soon they did.

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[jianassassinshao]

Dressed impeccably in the uniform of the institution before her, bag settled over her shoulders, the young lady reviewed her class schedule.

She had to report to a Missus Misato Ochi for her homeroom and welcome packet.

Students milled about on the grounds, people forcing their way past her figure, jostling her a bit and forcing her balance to shift each time.

But to figure out where the teacher's room of study was located was proving difficult.

Another bump sent her to her knees this time, the person offering a hand up and she taking it.

Large, and dark skinned with brown hair was the young man who had sent her to the ground, his friends and acquaintances surrounding him.

"Apologies, but you wouldn't happen to know where an Ochi Misato's classroom is located, would you?" She asked, brown eyes darting between each face, hoping for a positive answer.

[lunaeterea]

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

   "Hardly. If you were ever under the impression you possessed great poise or ever thought yourself to be coy and aloof when it comes to expression, Kurosaki Ichigo-- you would be greatly misinformed. I have known for quite a while now."

[redmad-dash]

[text] Stop ignoring me and pick up your phone

[text: Strawberry] I was busy, idiot

[text: Strawberry] You’re not the only one I need to cater to. 

[yumichikah]

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send me a "✎" and I'll draw your muse

[binoshi]

twinkle twinkle little star

"What is it with you people and your insistent jokes? I was nearly killed yet all you do is chuckle at my back~." 

[chappii]

○ { i d k }

   —-     “Ichigo, what exactly is an amusement park?” The curious toned words came suddenly from Rukia’s mouth, breaking the silence shrouded room. The substitute’s brown orbs trailed away from his manga temporarily as if to make sure the other was being serious. She was.

                  “Where’s this comin’ from all of a sudden?”

That was Ichigo’s response. He did not sound annoyed— more curious, than anything. Did she really not know? She’s been around for awhile.. The noble furrowed her raven brows and scowled lightly towards the other, whom had turned his attention back to the book in his hands. She swiveled her chair towards the bed, leaving the doodling she had been doing behind.

      “Just answer the question, fool. I’m assuming its some sort of attraction. Elaborate." The words came out more of a demand than a further part of a question. Ichigo only propped himself further on his elbows, auburn hues staring towards the other in annoyance. 

         ”It’s a place with a bunch of roller coasters, food and stuff," He sighed. Pause. ".. Roller coaster?" Another sigh. "A roller coaster is a big train, basically. but yer’ strapped in and you go in loops in the air.”

Rukia seemed content with those answers, because she fell silent with a thoughtful look. Ichigo began reading his manga once more, and the kuchiki turned herself back towards the desk, hoping the other didn’t see the excited twinkle in her eyes.

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{ Choo chooooo. }

We don't talk about that because I start laughing uncontrollably every time.

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۝ lonely tbh

“Hm—?”

"How peculiar. The last person I’d ever think of seeing here is one of Grimmjow’s own rivals. That being said, I’m going to have to respectfully decline."