outofsmiles. I don’t know why this is exclusively happening in the Bleach fandom but it’s getting ridiculous. If someone states that they’re single-ship and taken, then that’s that. Stop bothering them about it.

        This is also a show of complete ignorance to the importance of other types of relationships: examples being friendships, rivalries, non-related parent/child, non-related sibling/sibling, mentor/student, enemies-turned-friends, and plenty of other relationships and dynamics that aren’t romantic. Sex and romantic love aren’t the only things out there.

        So stop harassing (yes, that’s what you’re doing) others for shipping and maybe shoot for other forms of relationships—those are equally as important.

— victory in defeat.


          Concern was running rampant through her as she watched him clutch at his head. There was no doubt about it, he had a concussion. Were they going to properly monitor him throughout the night to make sure nothing serious went wrong? She doubted that. Her stomach turned somewhat — maybe she could convince the guards to let her watch over him just to make sure that he made it through the night okay…

          "I’ll get you something for your head after you get cleaned up." She’d steal it if she had to, because something told her the nurses weren’t going to be a-okay with her asking for some medication for a criminal they’d probably been expressly ordered not to help in any way.

          A grin mirroring the one on his lips appeared on hers as he whispered to her about persuading the guards. They were quite easy to bend to her wills, not that they realized that. Then again, Rangiku hadn’t met a man that was capable of denying her what she wanted — Gin was an exception. He always had been. The amount of times she’d tried and failed to get him to do something for her (or to her) were impossible to count.

          "If the stern look doesn’t work, I’ll just have to switch to batting my lashes at them. They really won’t stand a chance then.”

          The Lieutenant glanced towards the men in question — they truly didn’t know what they were getting into with having her as a constant visitor. Oh well, she thought, they’ll learn soon enough — but it’ll be too late then.

          "I’ll be right back. Don’t move."

          With that, she stood and made her way over to the bars of his cell, reaching through them to give one of the guards a tap on the shoulder to catch his attention.

          "Hi, quick question — would it be possible for you to let him out of his cell long enough to go to the showers? He needs to be washed of all the blood and dirt on him or else his wounds are going to get infected.”

          It sounded like a request, but they didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Either they let him out to go get cleaned, or they’d just have to endure her until they gave in and said yes. They were in a lose-lose situation while she had her grip secured on the complete opposite, and they weren’t going to make her let go.

        “Get me somethin’? Y’weren’t kiddin’ round bout that ‘I’ll make it four stars or more' comment. Really, Rangiku—yer spoilin' me———”

        Or maybe she was just being nice to him because he was the essence of a kicked puppy at the moment (just dump some cold water on him and the shivering would add to the effect) …But he knew she wasn’t the type to devote so much of her time and care to someone that she didn’t think deserved it (he didn’t think he deserved it, however his opinion was null in her eyes so life carried on) Rangiku was quick to ditch anyone that she deemed unworthy of her time——so here she was, still sticking around. It was baffling.

        Then again, on a good day their bickering, joking, and…dare he call it…flirting were all enough to make it a great day. And oh, here they were, going back and forth already, changing the atmosphere already, as if he hadn’t just been brutalized by a group of masked men.

        And how poetic… the starvation, the torture; his true penance for failing to avenge Rangiku, who suffered essentially the same woes as a child, was seemingly complete.

        Being called back to her via a sly grin and an implication of seduction (those poor, poor guards) caused Gin to tilt his head at her, his left hand finally falling from its placement at his temple to pressed against the floor at his side, in order to give her a full nod of approval.

        “Make’em swoon," he whispered back with amusement seeping into his voice. It was always a pleasure watching Rangiku render other men speechless with a mere a sway of her hips or a puckering of her lips. What used to be her greatest insecurity was now regularly used as her greatest weapon; Gin couldn’t have felt more pride— though he quickly dismissed it as she left his side to go to theirs. Best to save the beaming for when (or if) her trick actually worked.

        To say that the guards had been expecting this sort of behavior eventually would have been a stretch—but they weren’t clueless to Rangiku’s antics. Especially when the goal behind her current approach was as clear as day; more rule-bending. She’d gain no grounds with them (at first) with only a few winks and a clear look at her cleavage. She’d need to strengthen her trickery. After all, they were trained for handling the silver-tongued serpent currently seated a little ways behind her and his manipulation rivaled hers.

        “We already allowed you to enter when it was against orders. We provided healing for the prisoner when it was against orders. Now you want us to let you take him out of his cell and into a secluded area, unsealed, unprepared, unrestrained, and away from us—so that he can bathe? What if he tries to kill you again?”

        Listening from his spot sitting on the floor, Gin visibly flinched at their jab. He did’t need to be reminded of his foolishness. A simple no would have sufficed but they had to go overboard with their counterargument. Though, it was moderately flattering that they thought him capable of killing a Lieutenant-ranked shinigami in his current state.




        “——what’s this…out an’ about without your big brother, Kuchiki?” The serpentine voice slithered through the air with a casual chill clinging to each drawn-out syllable. His speech was often this way; slow and sinister. He knew of the power it held over particular individuals——and he knew Rukia was never fond of the toxin in his tone.

        All the more reason to torment her with such a seemingly trivial advance. Taking seven steps forward, he then stopped several feet away—an appropriate gap for exchanging words was presented before her. Smiling all the while Gin watched for signs of her comfort (or lack thereof) to begin blooming across her strained form.

        “This’s rare~! Finally warmin’ up to me, are ya?” The captain of the Third Division promptly swayed in waiting for her response—with a subtle playfulness seething from his person. 

I’ll tell you my sins
& you can sharpen your knife.

Oct 20 · 1 day ago · 4 notes


suddenly the character popularity polls at the back of the manga volumes make sense.

        outofsmiles. He was learning our weaknesses.

i read that as titties takin’ us all down with him and i almost shed a tear

        outofsmiles. titty kubo.

[8:33:38 PM] мoᴜѕe: squad 3 is cursed tbh
[8:33:42 PM] ɢιɴ: ikr
[8:33:44 PM] мoᴜѕe: rangiku needs to become captain and liven it up
[8:33:56 PM] ɢιɴ: she’s dead
[8:34:11 PM] ɢιɴ: sure is lively up’n here.
[8:34:15 PM] мoᴜѕe: SHUT UP

[12:25:28 AM] мoᴜѕe: EXACT
[12:25:29 AM] мoᴜѕe: SCENE
[12:25:29 AM] мoᴜѕe: AGAIN
[12:25:31 AM] мoᴜѕe: I ALMOST uf kcI Ng forgOT
[12:25:32 AM] мoᴜѕe: WHAT
[12:25:34 AM] мoᴜѕe: HAPP en eD

— victory in defeat.


          "I think that could be arranged — as long as you behave.” Sure it was a bit of a threat — but only slightly. The teasing tone of her voice greatly outweighed whatever seriousness that could be conveyed through her words. The smile on her lips remained steadfast, even when she got a good view of his eyes. They were such a rare sight, and here she was only noticing them now. But could anyone blame her? She’d been a bit too caught up on the fact that he’d just been tortured to catch sight of his azure gaze.

          Their hue was surely dulled from what she remembered, although that was to be expected. Rangiku swore to herself then that she would bring that beautiful vibrancy back to his eyes just as she’d bring a genuine grin to his lips — one just as permanent as the fake one he’d worn through almost all their years together. She’d make him happy — she’d show him what it was like to really live. No lies, no betrayal, no abandonment. Just love and happiness. God knows he needed it badly.

          She’d become lost in thought by the time the two healers finished their work on him, and she snapped out of her reveries long enough to thank them for their help and to be informed of his condition. They wouldn’t have any grand horror story to bring back to their comrades, and for that she was glad. Gin hadn’t done a single thing wrong the entire time — not even a finger had been lifted against either of them. Relief was a very prevalent emotion for her at the moment.

          Her attention was drawn by his sudden movements, and she frowned upon realizing that he was attempting to sit up. While the medics had told her that he wasn’t in any serious danger, she still didn’t think it was a good idea for him to be moving around so soon after being mended.

          "— Not at all. But don’t you want to relax for a minute first? You’ve been through a lot today."

          Of course he could always relax in the showers, but she was aware of the toll it would take on him just to get him there on a ‘good' day — and with him in such unstable condition…She was hesitant, to say the least.

          “— And how’s your head? It must hurt.” Just like the rest of him, she thought with an internal sigh. The punishment squad had had no mercy on him whatsoever.

        A persimmon if he behaved? Consider him a saint as of three seconds ago——…no, no, he wouldn’t hold out hope for Rangiku to smuggle food in for him again, she was doing enough for him as it was, what with the healing and constantly checking in on him, saving him from getting executed, and—well, saving him. Expecting anything else from her would only add to his overwhelming debt to her.

        All wavering ceased as stability steadied him from swaying any further. The pain in his back was mild in comparison to the ripping sting he endured earlier—yet, the unpleasant sensation of broken glass rippling through the marred muscles that made up his back kept him from moving any further. Sitting up was the most he’d be able to do without stepping out of his current limitations. So he complied with Rangiku’s suggestion of relaxing with a quiet bow of his head (yes, he had been through a lot today, but so had she the minute she stepped into his cell—) Dirtied fingers promptly tangled into equally sullied silver strands as the action brought another bout of tingling dizziness. It’d dismiss itself in a couple of minutes, hopefully.

        “…’s alright, jus’ poundin' an awful lot.” And still bleeding a little against his palm. The medics must not have considered the wound on his temple terrible enough to heal (and it wasn’t when lined up against his other injuries) but it still packed a mighty punch once all other aches were moderately muted. Upon reflecting further…there wasn’t much that could be done even if they had given it their attention; head injuries were tricky. Luckily enough his wasn’t severe enough to go beyond an uncomfortable throb. And he could still talk, so there was that.

        Squinting still, he lifted his head again from its lowered position and adjusted to the movement with a shift of his posture. He kept his palm pressed to his temple and curled his fingers within his hair all the while, but his arm relaxed a bit more along with the rest of him and his back greatly appreciated him taking her words to heart. After all, if he moved around too much he’d open everything back up—so it was best if he listened to Rangiku and stopped pushing himself.

        “Think the guards’ll let us wash off—they seemed pretty quick ta pull back on them rules before…” Gin leaned closer, voice lowering, as he whispered about the men guarding his cell to the Lieutenant. He grinned. “… jus’ give’em a stern look an’ they’ll bend, ‘m sure.”

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