I'm pretty new at the guy and keen to get better, so all crit is welcome!

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A selection of stuff he's been involved in is here.

1. The flower hairsticks belonged to Kyouraku's mother. She wore them often, and for Shunsui they bring back fond memories of his more happy childhood days. When she died, Shunsui requested them as his inheritance, along with a few other personal items of mostly sentimental value. Despite the objections of his brother's wife, who in the absence of ( Read more... )

Private RP based on a concept by clanoftheraven , who also plays all characters other than Shunsui. Originally written in Google Docs, copied here for convenience and to remind me that I really need to get back to this and finish it, even if I am sad-avoidant XD( Ukitake had been transferred to one of the long-term care wards after it had become clear that this bout of illness was severe... )

Private RP based on a concept by clanoftheraven, who also plays all characters other than Shunsui. Originally written in Google Docs, copied here for convenience and to remind me that I really need to get back to this and finish it, even if I am sad-avoidant XD( The full chill of an early winter had Seireitei in its grip - everything blanketed in a fresh fall of snow, unbroken save for the footprints that criss-crossed the grounds of Eighth in a rough approximation of the pattern of its most well-used paths... )

Private RP based on a concept by clanoftheraven, who also plays all characters other than Shunsui. Originally written in Google Docs, copied here for convenience and to remind me that I really need to get back to this and finish it, even if I am sad-avoidant XD( Retsu made her way through the snowy streets to Eighth Division, nodding occasionally to the passing shinigami, and pausing once in a while to inquire after some recent patient or another... )

( Insert TLDR about Kyouraku here - feel free to ignore as it's subject to change depending on circumstance and original canon... )

The video blinks on to a view that most certainly does not belong to Anatole - a hazy, sun-warmed meadow bright with the clashing colours and mingled scents of a thousand flowers, all nodding languidly under a cloudless sky. In the near distance there's the soft sound of bubbling water - though its source is not apparent from your angle of view.

On ( Read more... )

You don't mind the winter, not really.

You used to, when you were younger - used to spend it cross-legged and wrapped tightly in a blanket; books tossed sulkily to one side and shivering as you watched your breath freeze on an already frost-patterned window. Rubbing too hard at the glass was a wasted effort that only resulted in icy fingertips and ( Read more... )

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( Here be TLDR )