That bad habit you had of always disappearing without telling me where you are going.. still hasn't changed.

ARTIST: Carina Round
TRACK: For Everything A Reason
PLAYS: 597


And so they say, for everything a reason
My house is haunted by rotten desire
And on my skin left the scent of indignation
And so they say, baby, for everything a reason

Don’t call me back, I had everything I needed
For every lie, honey, the truth lies underneath it
And so they say, baby, for everything a reason
And so they say, baby, you will be brought back to me..

I saw you leaving, I saw the light go out
Come back to me….


“If you were to turn into a snake tomorrow and begin devouring humans, and from the same mouth you started devouring humans, you cried out to me ‘I love you,’ would I still be able to say ‘I love you’ the same way I do today?”

-市丸 ギン, Ichimaru Gin

Anonymous whispered:
How many followers do you have, Ginny-poo?

Got over a thousand a’ ya humans followin’ me these days~ 

Reflection: The First Betrayal


As Aizen-taichou continued ta let me into his life, he slowly let me into his head as well. Though I ain’t too sure how far I’ve ever been allowed ta enter… He keeps his thoughts tucked away fer tha most part, hidden from everyone. But… I think he trusted me wit his plans an’ secrets tha most.

Maybe I learned ta be the way I am now ‘cuz a’ everythin’ Aizen-taichou taught me. After all, he conditioned me at a young age ta be a sword. A weapon a’ destruction. Though I became much more than that to ‘em, ‘least in my opinion.

Aizen Sosuke, a fukutaichou at that time… he had started experimentin’ wit hollowification in Rukongai. I watched him, standin’ alongside him an’ Tousen, while innocent Rukongai brats died in front a’ us. His trials had been real unsuccessful at first, but it never stopped him from continuing ta try.

Perhaps tha closest he got to a success was when he experimented on Hirako-taichou an’ his friends. I remember it vividly, like it was only yesterday.

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Emotions? Nope, I’ve got nothin’ like that. I told you when we first met, didn’t I? I’m a snake. With cold skin, no emotions… that slithers around searching for prey with its tongue, swallowing down whatever looks tasty.”

Conversations With A Snake.


Gin wasn’t one to forget moments of his past. From his darker days in Rukongai, stealing food and manipulating people in order to stay alive, to the day Rangiku told him as a child that she hadn’t counted the days until she had met him, he remembered every exquisite detail of his history. He kept each memory tucked deep within the confines of his mind, safe and sound.

After a long day, Gin retired to his room for the evening. His room was almost pitch black, the endless moon of Hueco Mundo working silently to help illuminate small parts of his quarters. Gin changed out of his normal attire with a heavy sigh, only leaving on his white hakama pants. The moon shined in through his window and danced across the smooth, pale skin of his chest as he placed his zanpakuto on the ground by his bed.

As he threw himself into his bed and buried his face in his pillows, one memory in particular crossed his mind. The day he met Shinsō, his zanpakuto.

He was only a child when the whisper of a woman’s voice started haunting his dreams.

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