Tite Kubo via Twitter (yeah, its from that site…cough...complexcough):
For once I tried watching some late night anime, but I couldn’t tell any of the characters apart at all. Maybe if you watch a lot of this stuff you can tell them apart.
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It’s even harder to tell them apart in the anime packed with bishonen than it is with the anime overflowing with bishoujo… maybe it’s because I’m a guy.
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I’m surprised you’d watch that stuff. What the hell were you watching?
I’m surprised myself. I don’t know the titles of what I was watching, something with an anime otaku girl heroine, and something with some Shinsengumi who looked like hosts fighting guys with topknots.Oooooh, the irony
Felch Discussion Part 4
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Sorry to say but I don't think the anime is that much better besides the the sound tracks I kinda quit watching it along with naruto and one piece anime.
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@Mr.333:
Ivotas is headbanging from beyond the grave at this :ninja:
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One day, I will make a bleachface comparison chart. I'm not talking Ichigo/kensei/Renji/ikkaku, I swear Hitsugaya shares his face with quite a chunk of the female cast
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Sorry to say but I don't think the anime is that much better besides the the sound tracks I kinda quit watching it along with naruto and one piece anime.
Well that's your opinion, but I think otherwise. I feel the same about Naruto (minus some really crappy filler.)
I love One Piece's anime, but this is one case where I feel the manga is definitely superior.
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Tite Kubo via Twitter (yeah, its from that site…cough...complexcough):
Oooooh, the irony
Ain't that some shit…
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I fuckin' hate Kubo so much. I mean, how oblivious can one person be? This manga is shit, a lot of people told him that and he's still actin' like a dick.
Seriously, I never wanted to beat up a person so badly. -
You don't remember the twitter message where he said people read Bleach because it's good do you ?
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Kubo: "I don't like this anime's art style; everyone looks the same"
goes to draw Aizen clones
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@No:
You don't remember the twitter message where he said people read Bleach because it's good do you ?
Yup, forgot about that.
Doesn't matter anyway, that guy can't say anything to make me hate him more than I already do.
It's one thing to write the worst shonen that ever existed, but actually thinking it's good? -
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@The:
One day, I will make a bleachface comparison chart. I'm not talking Ichigo/kensei/Renji/ikkaku, I swear Hitsugaya shares his face with quite a chunk of the female cast
I patiently await this chart.
Because there's only so many people that can look similar to Hitsugaya before I lose it.
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Tite Kubo via Twitter (yeah, its from that site…cough...complexcough):
Oooooh, the irony
this is hilarious
I patiently await this chart.
Because there's only so many people that can look similar to Hitsugaya before I lose it.
There was Ichigo that one time when he was fighting against himself underwater. He looked like Shrimpo in one panel.
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You'd think the author of such a shitty manga would at least be kind about other people's work.
And by kind I mean NOT A GIANT FUCKING ASS
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I'm starting to think Kubo spends 5 hours in front of the mirror every morning.
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I'm starting to think Kubo spends 5 hours in front of the mirror every morning.
don't give him that much credit
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don't give him that much credit
Don't worry, I wasn't giving him credit. The complete opposite, in fact.
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You were saying he cares enough about human anatomy to actualy stare at himself so long .
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Aizen Sousuke – The Butterfly in Heaven
The Butterfly’s wings carry the color of the piercing blackened night. Warmthless, ruthless, impossible to grasp. The wings guiding the path to death.
…The butterfly’s black wings imbued with dark night gliding in heaven…I often had that strange comparison whenever I thought about Aizen Sosuke. I don’t know why, and I don’t need a proper reason. It’s also as vague and painfully as the way I love that man.
I love Aizen, despite understanding nothing about him.
The waving, tousled brownish red hair. The eyes, which are also brownish red, hidden behind a set of thick glasses. The generous smile always kept on that utmost gentle, lenient and compassionate face. The big, wide and warm hands always ready to hold out for everyone. And a so cozy voice, so cozy that it can set others sleep in a trustful peace of mind… Such was my first impression about Aizen, a calm, collected, deep and forgiving person. He cared about Reiji’s inner conflict, he sympathized and displeased about the fishy sentence for Rukia. He noticed that little Hinamori was trembling in the worry about an upcoming misfortune. He was able to feel all those things, and so gently, hugging those pains, those fears and weakness. Silently, alleviating with all his soul. A so compassionate and honest person, honest to the silly, naive degree, ready to sacrifice his very own life for justice and righteousness, easily like plucking a fragile strand of glass, to become a flower blooming in the stone cliff, with the redness of the petals painted by his own blood. “A ridiculously virtuous man”-I thought so. And without a slightest bother about that Aizen, I easily got my mind off him, quickly forgot him like forgetting a light shadow vaguely appearing in those interrupted dreams of mine.
Completely forgot.
Until when…
Until when…
…When…I completely believed in that Aizen. That honorable virtue and compassion of his truly make people easily place their trust on him, easily fall into a sweet illusions with no way to resist. Like the innocent, clueless insect and full of delusion, attracted by the beautiful fragrance of the carnivorous plants, only to sink into a smooth, silent death. Voiceless. Painless. Dying before realizing one is dying. Hinamori worshiped that Aizen like a sheep worshipping its God. Like any other, she couldn’t realize that butterfly’s black wing imbued with dubious darkness flying over her head. And so did I. I also let myself indulge in that dreamy, delusive fragrance, aware not of the venomous wings.
Until when…
Until when…
…When…Aizen “awakened”
In a more correct phrasing, it was when that man took off that virtuous, generous and forgiving of his under the bleeding moonlight. Aizen-the man honest and caring to a silly point, Aizen-the man carrying the all-embracing warmth, Aizen-the man so humane with carefree gentle smile… Everything, was just a perfect mask, so perfect that it's frightening. Like a cocoon with a so ordinary, mundane beauty, however hiding inside it a gloomy and bottomless blackness of a butterfly’s wings carrying the breath of death. A ruthless beauty, that butterfly, more than anything I have ever acknowledged. It’s completely different from the initial cocoon-an ordinary beauty, like anything “nice” around me, completely normal, without any remarkable impressiveness. The wing that’s just tore off its world to come outside, is far more obsessive, far more, to me. A beauty of destruction, breaking every common sense, every rule, every normal limit.
"The Sōsuke Aizen you knew…never existed to begin with."
The beauty of death draws nigh
And I understood no more. I couldn’t possibly understand, or define accurately Aizen-the butterfly carrying that deadly beauty anymore. That man, with a calm smile as cold as ice, heartless and ambitious, with frightening schemes so carefully planned, so calmly that I couldn’t believe, perhaps an incredible, extraordinary existence, completely beyond the comprehension of the mundane, shallow human that’s me. Nobody, nothing, no world, no god, that can conquer, can contain that existence. Every word became meaningless.
I couldn’t possibly grasp Aizen. Couldn’t possibly reach that incredible and illogical existence. Impossible. And will never be possible.
I think I can understand that feeling of Hinamori’s, because I worship that butterfly of destruction, like she worshiped its cocoon. Blinded. Without any need to think about the future, to acknowledge any common border. An absolute worship. Without requiring anything back.
“I will stand on the Heaven”
The tousled hair stroked high back, the thick glasses broken into pieces, revealing the true eyes, cold and arrogant. The eyes of a lonely man, painfully lonely, but never lowered himself to rely on any other shoulders, or warm hands. Lonely and strong. A man full of ambition, the only sane man among million of millions men, thousand of thousands shinigami sleeping soundly in their dreams about gods and impassable boundaries. And to break all dreams and boundaries, that man gained what he needed. Without regard for any consequence. Without caring for those used by him, unflinchingly threw away every cheap things. Never turned his head back.
"No one stands on the top of the world. Not you, not me, not even gods. But the unbearable vacancy of the throne in the sky is over. From now on…I will be sitting on it."
Ruthless. Truly utterly ruthless. In the chest of that man, the heart is perhaps colder than snow and ice. A heart that only know ambition and destruction.
A madness in silence.
Like a butterfly devouringly suck the honey to make the flowers wither. Ambitious, ruthless, selfish. Beautiful, cruel, merciless, and devastating.
“I will stand on the Heaven”Beyond every boundary, scorn upon the silence of gods, Aizen Sosuke went his way like that. The waving white coat fluttering like a butterfly’s wing. And that man became God, beyond any delusion about God-or is it just his self-delusion. But to me, he truly is God.
Aizen Sousuke is my God.
That man is the embodiment of a destructive, merciless and devastating butterfly, a butterfly beautiful by its violent, savage nature. Uncontrollable, Ungraspable, that butterfly continues to flutter, fly to anywhere it wants, destroy anything it likes, calmly take anything it needs, arrogantly mocking every mundane, mortal, ordinary men below the reach of its wings. Lonely. All by itself. Trusting no one, and not letting anyone trust it. Every relationship, every value is simply “use”.
“Trusting in someone is the same as depending on them. That is something the weak do. We have no use for it."Not a second of hesitation, that man took the lives of his own Espadas, right when they were no longer of use to him. Just like when he stabbed Hinamori and Hitsugaya, or when he used Hirako Shinji and his comrades. His expression was still ruthlessly calm, and his smile was still as cold as ice. Evetually, he would kill Tousen and Ichimaru. I knew. However I still worship. Still love, that man. I will be willingly be a stone to build his path. I will be willingly to be used, only to be thrown away in a near future. I need know no consequence, I only need to know he is my God. That man-the black butterfly carrying the breath of destruction-is the very unspoken desire of mine, he had the bravery to do things I would never dare to think of for all my life, he had the bravery to trample on everything, what I couldn’t do. Aizen Sosuke is the shape of ambition, self and madness of each human-the insane desires that cannot be realized, spoken out in utter despair, pain and hatred with the world. Or is it just my own insanity?
But I don’t need to know. I only need to know, that man is my God. God of my own.
Sometimes, I thought the image of the butterfly in heaven doesn’t really fit human. The butterfly-is it too petty and fragile? The existence of Aizen Sosuke is far more ruthless and obsessive. But it still cannot erase the image of the butterfly’s wings imbued with darkness, lonely fluttering in the thickened night, in the infinity but impasse of Heaven. Weak? That word doesn’t exist in that man’s dictionary. But even he also had times when his heart became weak? Or perhaps he didn’t realize it. Because, even though it’s just sub-consciousness, he still hold back on Hinamori and Hitsugaya. With his strength, that man could have crushed those two into pieces, but eventually both were saved, to face him in another battle. Why?
Perhaps some might say Aizen only wanted to toy with them, or he didn’t want to dirty his hands with such petty creatures. But to me, I still want to believe, he truly held back on those he once befriended and got attached to. That butterfly, sometime it’s truly fragile.
Or, it’s just my own delusion.
But regardless, worshiping him was just an impossible-to-accomplish dream from the beginning. Even the value to be used by him, I have none.
I can’t possibly understand Aizen, can’t possibly understand what is truly happening in that cold, arrogant cover. I can’t possibly understand why he’s so ruthlessly ambitious, can’t possibly understand why he’s so desperately to overthrow God. And I can’t possibly understand why he want himself to be lonely.
Impossible.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.But perhaps, if I can understand all those things, I wouldn’t worship that man to this degree. Aizen Sosuke, forever a God I cannot reach, cannot comprehend, cannot touch, and can only stand from below to desire and admire.
Aizen, is my God.
I know, eventually he would lose. In Ichigo and his ally’s hands. Like every other shounen. Justice always wins, doesn’t it? But that means nothing to me. Aizen, is my God.
I love him, I worship him. Worshiping the butterfly carrying the violent ruthless beauty. A illogical, incredible existence, that nobody, nothing, no world can be capable of containing. The inevitable truth, it will break the narrow world to come outside. How beautiful is that, how frightening is that, and how incredible is that, the butterfly with color of destruction. Even in demise, it will still be as beautiful as the moment it was born, I believe that, and I only need that.
My God…
…The butterfly’s black wings imbued with dark night gliding in Heaven…
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Next time I will post Sasuke Uchiha-The wounded Eagle of Darkness.
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@Sea:
Aizen Sousuke – The Butterfly in Heaven
[qimg]http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/3823/butterflyd.png[/qimg]
The Butterfly’s wings carry the color of the piercing blackened night. Warmthless, ruthless, impossible to grasp. The wings guiding the path to death.
…The butterfly’s black wings imbued with dark night gliding in heaven…I often had that strange comparison whenever I thought about Aizen Sosuke. I don’t know why, and I don’t need a proper reason. It’s also as vague and painfully as the way I love that man.
I love Aizen, despite understanding nothing about him.
The waving, tousled brownish red hair. The eyes, which are also brownish red, hidden behind a set of thick glasses. The generous smile always kept on that utmost gentle, lenient and compassionate face. The big, wide and warm hands always ready to hold out for everyone. And a so cozy voice, so cozy that it can set others sleep in a trustful peace of mind… Such was my first impression about Aizen, a calm, collected, deep and forgiving person. He cared about Reiji’s inner conflict, he sympathized and displeased about the fishy sentence for Rukia. He noticed that little Hinamori was trembling in the worry about an upcoming misfortune. He was able to feel all those things, and so gently, hugging those pains, those fears and weakness. Silently, alleviating with all his soul. A so compassionate and honest person, honest to the silly, naive degree, ready to sacrifice his very own life for justice and righteousness, easily like plucking a fragile strand of glass, to become a flower blooming in the stone cliff, with the redness of the petals painted by his own blood. “A ridiculously virtuous man”-I thought so. And without a slightest bother about that Aizen, I easily got my mind off him, quickly forgot him like forgetting a light shadow vaguely appearing in those interrupted dreams of mine.
Completely forgot.
Until when…
Until when…
…When…[qimg]http://img696.imageshack.us/img696/2963/aizen8jv1.png[/qimg]
I completely believed in that Aizen. That honorable virtue and compassion of his truly make people easily place their trust on him, easily fall into a sweet illusions with no way to resist. Like the innocent, clueless insect and full of delusion, attracted by the beautiful fragrance of the carnivorous plants, only to sink into a smooth, silent death. Voiceless. Painless. Dying before realizing one is dying. Hinamori worshiped that Aizen like a sheep worshipping its God. Like any other, she couldn’t realize that butterfly’s black wing imbued with dubious darkness flying over her head. And so did I. I also let myself indulge in that dreamy, delusive fragrance, aware not of the venomous wings.
Until when…
Until when…
…When…Aizen “awakened”
[qimg]http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/1107/69052.jpg[/qimg]
In a more correct phrasing, it was when that man took off that virtuous, generous and forgiving of his under the bleeding moonlight. Aizen-the man honest and caring to a silly point, Aizen-the man carrying the all-embracing warmth, Aizen-the man so humane with carefree gentle smile… Everything, was just a perfect mask, so perfect that it's frightening. Like a cocoon with a so ordinary, mundane beauty, however hiding inside it a gloomy and bottomless blackness of a butterfly’s wings carrying the breath of death. A ruthless beauty, that butterfly, more than anything I have ever acknowledged. It’s completely different from the initial cocoon-an ordinary beauty, like anything “nice” around me, completely normal, without any remarkable impressiveness. The wing that’s just tore off its world to come outside, is far more obsessive, far more, to me. A beauty of destruction, breaking every common sense, every rule, every normal limit.
"The Sōsuke Aizen you knew…never existed to begin with."
[qimg]http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/2995/71073.jpg[/qimg]The beauty of death draws nigh
And I understood no more. I couldn’t possibly understand, or define accurately Aizen-the butterfly carrying that deadly beauty anymore. That man, with a calm smile as cold as ice, heartless and ambitious, with frightening schemes so carefully planned, so calmly that I couldn’t believe, perhaps an incredible, extraordinary existence, completely beyond the comprehension of the mundane, shallow human that’s me. Nobody, nothing, no world, no god, that can conquer, can contain that existence. Every word became meaningless.
I couldn’t possibly grasp Aizen. Couldn’t possibly reach that incredible and illogical existence. Impossible. And will never be possible.
I think I can understand that feeling of Hinamori’s, because I worship that butterfly of destruction, like she worshiped its cocoon. Blinded. Without any need to think about the future, to acknowledge any common border. An absolute worship. Without requiring anything back.
“I will stand on the Heaven”
The tousled hair stroked high back, the thick glasses broken into piece, revealing the true eyes, cold and arrogant. The eyes of a lonely man, painfully lonely, but never lowered himself to rely on any other shoulders, or warm hands. Lonely and strong. A man full of ambition, the only sane man among million of millions men, thousand of thousands shinigami sleeping soundly in their dreams about gods and impassable boundaries. And to break all dreams and boundaries, that man gained what he needed. Without regard for any consequence. Without caring for those used by him, unflinchingly threw away every cheap things. Never turned his head back.
"No one stands on the top of the world. Not you, not me, not even gods. But the unbearable vacancy of the throne in the sky is over. From now on…I will be sitting on it."
[qimg]http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/4195/71437.jpg[/qimg]Ruthless. Truly utterly ruthless. In the chest of that man, the heart is perhaps colder than snow and ice. A heart that only know ambition and destruction.
A madness in silence.
Like a butterfly devouringly suck the honey to make the flowers wither. Ambitious, ruthless, selfish. Beautiful, cruel, merciless, and devastating.
“I will stand on the Heaven”Beyond every boundary, scorn upon the silence of gods, Aizen Sosuke went his way like that. The waving white coat fluttering like a butterfly’s wing. And that man became God, beyond any delusion about God-or is it just his self-delusion. But to me, he truly is God.
Aizen Sousuke is my God.
That man is the embodiment of a destructive, merciless and devastating butterfly, a butterfly beautiful by its violent, savage nature. Uncontrollable, Ungraspable, that butterfly continues to flutter, fly to anywhere it wants, destroy anything it likes, calmly take anything it needs, arrogantly mocking every mundane, mortal, ordinary men below the reach of its wings. Lonely. All by itself. Trusting no one, and not letting anyone trust it. Every relationship, every value is simply “use”.
“Trusting in someone is the same as depending on them. That is something the weak do. We have no use for it."Not a second of hesitation, that man took the lives of his own Espadas, right when they were no longer of use to him. Just like when he stabbed Hinamori and Hitsugaya, or when he used Hirako Shinji and his comrades. His expression was still ruthlessly calm, and his smile was still as cold as ice. Evetually, he would kill Tousen and Ichimaru. I knew, however I still worship , still love that man. I will be willingly be a stone to build his path. I will be willingly to be used, only to be thrown away in a near future. I don’t need to know any consequence, I only need to he is my God. That man-the black butterfly carrying the breath of destruction-is the very unspoken desire of mine, he had the bravery to do things I would never dare to think of for all my life, he had the bravery to trample on everything, what I couldn’t do. Aizen Sosuke is the shape of ambition, self and madness of each human-the insane desires that cannot be realized, spoken out in utter despair, pain and hatred with the world. Or is it just my own insanity?
But I don’t need to know. I only need to know, that man is my God. God of my own.
[qimg]http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/2517/68106.jpg[/qimg]Sometimes, I thought the image of the butterfly in heaven doesn’t really fit human. The butterfly-is it too petty and fragile? The existence of Aizen Sosuke is far more ruthless and obsessive. But it still cannot erase the image of the butterfly’s wings imbued with darkness, lonely fluttering in the thickened night, in the infinity but impasse of Heaven. Weak? That word doesn’t exist in that man’s dictionary. But even he also had times when his heart became weak? Or perhaps he didn’t realize it. Because, even though it’s just sub-consciousness, he still hold back on Hinamori and Hitsugaya. With his strength, that man could have crushed those two into pieces, but eventually both were saved, to face him in another battle. Why?
Perhaps some might say Aizen only wanted to toy with them, or he didn’t want to dirty his hands with such petty creatures. But to me, I still want to believe, he truly held back on those he once befriended and got attached to. That butterfly, sometime it’s truly fragile.
Or, it’s just my own delusion.
[qimg]http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/3161/66376.jpg[/qimg]But regardless, worshiping him was just an impossible-to-accomplish dream from the beginning. Even the value to be used by him, I have none.
I can’t possibly understand Aizen, can’t possibly understand what is truly happening in that cold, arrogant cover. I can’t possibly understand why he’s so ruthlessly ambitious, can’t possibly understand why he’s so desperately to overthrow God. And I can’t possibly understand why he want himself to be lonely.
Impossible.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.But perhaps, if I can understand all those things, I wouldn’t worship that man to this degree. Aizen Sosuke, forever a God I cannot reach, cannot comprehend, cannot touch, and can only stand from below to desire and admire.
Aizen, is my God.
I know, eventually he would lose. In Ichigo and his ally’s hands. Like every other shounen. Justice always wins, doesn’t it? But that means nothing to me. Aizen, is my God.
I love him, I worship him. Worshiping the butterfly carrying the violent ruthless beauty. A illogical, incredible existence, that nobody, nothing, no world can be capable of containing. The inevitable truth, it will break the narrow world to come outside. How beautiful is that, how frightening is that, and how incredible is that, the butterfly with color of destruction. Even in demise, it will still be as beautiful as the moment it was born, I believe that, and I only need that.
My God…
…The butterfly’s black wings imbued with dark night gliding in Heaven…
[qimg]http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/5147/minitokyobleachwallpape.jpg[/qimg]I wandered so aimless, life filled with sin
I wouldn't let my dear savior in
Then Aizen came like a stranger in the night
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@No:
You were saying he cares enough about human anatomy to actualy stare at himself so long .
Well, I was going more down the root of him being obsessed with himself… :ninja:
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Was it just me, or did the anime's explanation of the Hogyoku actually make sense.
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They'd have to disregard Kubos script completely, shove foreshadowing into the entire preceding series, and devote the entire episode just for that explanation before I'd believe that
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@Sea:
Next time I will post Sasuke Uchiha-The wounded Eagle of Darkness.
Nothing you write will be beautiful enough.
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Don't worry, I wasn't giving him credit. The complete opposite, in fact.
Ah I C (15 butterflaizen's)
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@Sea:
Aizen Sousuke – The Butterfly in Heaven
http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/3823/butterflyd.png
The Butterfly’s wings carry the color of the piercing blackened night. Warmthless, ruthless, impossible to grasp. The wings guiding the path to death.
…The butterfly’s black wings imbued with dark night gliding in heaven…I often had that strange comparison whenever I thought about Aizen Sosuke. I don’t know why, and I don’t need a proper reason. It’s also as vague and painfully as the way I love that man.
I love Aizen, despite understanding nothing about him.
The waving, tousled brownish red hair. The eyes, which are also brownish red, hidden behind a set of thick glasses. The generous smile always kept on that utmost gentle, lenient and compassionate face. The big, wide and warm hands always ready to hold out for everyone. And a so cozy voice, so cozy that it can set others sleep in a trustful peace of mind… Such was my first impression about Aizen, a calm, collected, deep and forgiving person. He cared about Reiji’s inner conflict, he sympathized and displeased about the fishy sentence for Rukia. He noticed that little Hinamori was trembling in the worry about an upcoming misfortune. He was able to feel all those things, and so gently, hugging those pains, those fears and weakness. Silently, alleviating with all his soul. A so compassionate and honest person, honest to the silly, naive degree, ready to sacrifice his very own life for justice and righteousness, easily like plucking a fragile strand of glass, to become a flower blooming in the stone cliff, with the redness of the petals painted by his own blood. “A ridiculously virtuous man”-I thought so. And without a slightest bother about that Aizen, I easily got my mind off him, quickly forgot him like forgetting a light shadow vaguely appearing in those interrupted dreams of mine.
Completely forgot.
Until when…
Until when…
…When…http://img696.imageshack.us/img696/2963/aizen8jv1.png
I completely believed in that Aizen. That honorable virtue and compassion of his truly make people easily place their trust on him, easily fall into a sweet illusions with no way to resist. Like the innocent, clueless insect and full of delusion, attracted by the beautiful fragrance of the carnivorous plants, only to sink into a smooth, silent death. Voiceless. Painless. Dying before realizing one is dying. Hinamori worshiped that Aizen like a sheep worshipping its God. Like any other, she couldn’t realize that butterfly’s black wing imbued with dubious darkness flying over her head. And so did I. I also let myself indulge in that dreamy, delusive fragrance, aware not of the venomous wings.
Until when…
Until when…
…When…Aizen “awakened”
http://img41.imageshack.us/img41/1107/69052.jpg
In a more correct phrasing, it was when that man took off that virtuous, generous and forgiving of his under the bleeding moonlight. Aizen-the man honest and caring to a silly point, Aizen-the man carrying the all-embracing warmth, Aizen-the man so humane with carefree gentle smile… Everything, was just a perfect mask, so perfect that it's frightening. Like a cocoon with a so ordinary, mundane beauty, however hiding inside it a gloomy and bottomless blackness of a butterfly’s wings carrying the breath of death. A ruthless beauty, that butterfly, more than anything I have ever acknowledged. It’s completely different from the initial cocoon-an ordinary beauty, like anything “nice” around me, completely normal, without any remarkable impressiveness. The wing that’s just tore off its world to come outside, is far more obsessive, far more, to me. A beauty of destruction, breaking every common sense, every rule, every normal limit.
"The Sōsuke Aizen you knew…never existed to begin with."
http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/2995/71073.jpgThe beauty of death draws nigh
And I understood no more. I couldn’t possibly understand, or define accurately Aizen-the butterfly carrying that deadly beauty anymore. That man, with a calm smile as cold as ice, heartless and ambitious, with frightening schemes so carefully planned, so calmly that I couldn’t believe, perhaps an incredible, extraordinary existence, completely beyond the comprehension of the mundane, shallow human that’s me. Nobody, nothing, no world, no god, that can conquer, can contain that existence. Every word became meaningless.
I couldn’t possibly grasp Aizen. Couldn’t possibly reach that incredible and illogical existence. Impossible. And will never be possible.
I think I can understand that feeling of Hinamori’s, because I worship that butterfly of destruction, like she worshiped its cocoon. Blinded. Without any need to think about the future, to acknowledge any common border. An absolute worship. Without requiring anything back.
“I will stand on the Heaven”
The tousled hair stroked high back, the thick glasses broken into pieces, revealing the true eyes, cold and arrogant. The eyes of a lonely man, painfully lonely, but never lowered himself to rely on any other shoulders, or warm hands. Lonely and strong. A man full of ambition, the only sane man among million of millions men, thousand of thousands shinigami sleeping soundly in their dreams about gods and impassable boundaries. And to break all dreams and boundaries, that man gained what he needed. Without regard for any consequence. Without caring for those used by him, unflinchingly threw away every cheap things. Never turned his head back.
"No one stands on the top of the world. Not you, not me, not even gods. But the unbearable vacancy of the throne in the sky is over. From now on…I will be sitting on it."
http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/4195/71437.jpgRuthless. Truly utterly ruthless. In the chest of that man, the heart is perhaps colder than snow and ice. A heart that only know ambition and destruction.
A madness in silence.
Like a butterfly devouringly suck the honey to make the flowers wither. Ambitious, ruthless, selfish. Beautiful, cruel, merciless, and devastating.
“I will stand on the Heaven”Beyond every boundary, scorn upon the silence of gods, Aizen Sosuke went his way like that. The waving white coat fluttering like a butterfly’s wing. And that man became God, beyond any delusion about God-or is it just his self-delusion. But to me, he truly is God.
Aizen Sousuke is my God.
That man is the embodiment of a destructive, merciless and devastating butterfly, a butterfly beautiful by its violent, savage nature. Uncontrollable, Ungraspable, that butterfly continues to flutter, fly to anywhere it wants, destroy anything it likes, calmly take anything it needs, arrogantly mocking every mundane, mortal, ordinary men below the reach of its wings. Lonely. All by itself. Trusting no one, and not letting anyone trust it. Every relationship, every value is simply “use”.
“Trusting in someone is the same as depending on them. That is something the weak do. We have no use for it."Not a second of hesitation, that man took the lives of his own Espadas, right when they were no longer of use to him. Just like when he stabbed Hinamori and Hitsugaya, or when he used Hirako Shinji and his comrades. His expression was still ruthlessly calm, and his smile was still as cold as ice. Evetually, he would kill Tousen and Ichimaru. I knew. However I still worship. Still love, that man. I will be willingly be a stone to build his path. I will be willingly to be used, only to be thrown away in a near future. I need know no consequence, I only need to know he is my God. That man-the black butterfly carrying the breath of destruction-is the very unspoken desire of mine, he had the bravery to do things I would never dare to think of for all my life, he had the bravery to trample on everything, what I couldn’t do. Aizen Sosuke is the shape of ambition, self and madness of each human-the insane desires that cannot be realized, spoken out in utter despair, pain and hatred with the world. Or is it just my own insanity?
But I don’t need to know. I only need to know, that man is my God. God of my own.
http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/2517/68106.jpgSometimes, I thought the image of the butterfly in heaven doesn’t really fit human. The butterfly-is it too petty and fragile? The existence of Aizen Sosuke is far more ruthless and obsessive. But it still cannot erase the image of the butterfly’s wings imbued with darkness, lonely fluttering in the thickened night, in the infinity but impasse of Heaven. Weak? That word doesn’t exist in that man’s dictionary. But even he also had times when his heart became weak? Or perhaps he didn’t realize it. Because, even though it’s just sub-consciousness, he still hold back on Hinamori and Hitsugaya. With his strength, that man could have crushed those two into pieces, but eventually both were saved, to face him in another battle. Why?
Perhaps some might say Aizen only wanted to toy with them, or he didn’t want to dirty his hands with such petty creatures. But to me, I still want to believe, he truly held back on those he once befriended and got attached to. That butterfly, sometime it’s truly fragile.
Or, it’s just my own delusion.
http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/3161/66376.jpgBut regardless, worshiping him was just an impossible-to-accomplish dream from the beginning. Even the value to be used by him, I have none.
I can’t possibly understand Aizen, can’t possibly understand what is truly happening in that cold, arrogant cover. I can’t possibly understand why he’s so ruthlessly ambitious, can’t possibly understand why he’s so desperately to overthrow God. And I can’t possibly understand why he want himself to be lonely.
Impossible.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.But perhaps, if I can understand all those things, I wouldn’t worship that man to this degree. Aizen Sosuke, forever a God I cannot reach, cannot comprehend, cannot touch, and can only stand from below to desire and admire.
Aizen, is my God.
I know, eventually he would lose. In Ichigo and his ally’s hands. Like every other shounen. Justice always wins, doesn’t it? But that means nothing to me. Aizen, is my God.
I love him, I worship him. Worshiping the butterfly carrying the violent ruthless beauty. A illogical, incredible existence, that nobody, nothing, no world can be capable of containing. The inevitable truth, it will break the narrow world to come outside. How beautiful is that, how frightening is that, and how incredible is that, the butterfly with color of destruction. Even in demise, it will still be as beautiful as the moment it was born, I believe that, and I only need that.
My God…
…The butterfly’s black wings imbued with dark night gliding in Heaven…
http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/5147/minitokyobleachwallpape.jpgtotally gonna read this when I wake up
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Decent new episode though. But even the anime couldn't fix the bullshit with the Hyogyoku and Aizen. At least Gin and Isshin always spice things up.
Fillers for the next two weeks and then we go back to canon. Next week is not about the movie as I thought, I guess by "movie" they mean it's a filler about making a movie. But the one after that is a preview for movie 4, the Hell Arc. I'm actually a little interested in both these episodes.
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2 filler episodes than back to cannon?
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2 filler episodes than back to cannon?
Yup. According to the titles anyway.
Although there is a chance we will get more fillers when Aizen crosses through the gate.
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Heh, they stopped with "Aizen 2.5" (2 is Hogyoku revelation, 2.5 is Aizen with the initial Hogyoku power prior to "PuppetoMuppeto form"), but…it's still as stupid as ever.
Oh there are spoilers:
! 井上は表紙みるかぎりケーキ屋ではたらいてる
As far as I can tell, Inoue works at a bakeshop (Sheetz says Orihimes Baking is on the Cover).
ジンタとウルルがでかくなってる
Jinta and Ururu grew up
男はこの店にはいったのが偶然だといいつつ(嘘っぽい)、鰻屋に仕事を頼む。それは一心の身辺 調査
The guy who walked into the shop says it's just coincidence (but he looks like he's lying), but he has a job request, and it's to investigate Isshin
それをきいて黒崎一心は俺の親父だ、しりてえことがあるならなんでも答えてやると声を荒げる
After hearing that, Ichigo says, "But Kurosaki Isshin is my father, if there's anything you want to know about him, then go ahead" while raising his voice.
親父だときき、そりゃ偶然だなといいながら本当に答えられるほど知ってるのかと問う。
After hearing that its his dad, "That's another coincidence, you sure you can answer what I want to know?" He asks.
いいやおめーは自分の家族のことなんてまだなにもしらねーはずだと続ける男。一方、裏原の店に 裏原さんいる ?ときたカリンと、いやぁこれはこれは…黒崎サンと真面目な顔で現れる裏原で次号
"Maybe not. You definitely don't know much about your own family," the guy continued. On the other hand, at the Urahara shop, "Is Urahara-san here?" asks Karin. "Oh my, oh my, isn't this… Kurosaki-san", says Urahara, appearing with a serious face. To be continued.
! My thoughts: RESCUE KARIN ARC IS GO!!! (yeah, joking but...somehow this is what it could end up as if we know Kubo) -
The chapter is at Mangastream.
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So.
Stuff's happening now.
It's just really boring stuff.
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The Aizen vibes this guy brings are great.
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The Aizen vibes this guy brings are great.
"When were you ever under the impression that this wasn't my break room."
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Ok, so nothing happened. Just another bland chapter. It's not even funny.
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Bleach: The only series where its canon can be filler.
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Double page spread of Ichigo taking a shit.
/chapter.
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As I said before, let Ichigo's little sister be the new protagonist!
Looks like we'll finally find out more on Ichigo's family which should explain Aizen's line before Isshin cut him off, "After all you are the son of a Shinigami and a-"
Something like that. Drab chapter with a bit of humor.
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Orihime admits that she's a weirdo. Good girl.
But it still is strange that after her own rescue arc she hasn't had any closure at all. Except going "Kurosaki-kun" non-stop.
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What the fuck was up with that whole shop scene. It's like Kubo was aiming for a vibe of two opposing mob bosses having a dick measuring contest…for a scene involving two people with no fucking relationship eating ramen in a sushi shop.
I...just don't get it. HALF THE CHAPTER is Ichigo having a Seriez Smalltalk Standoff towards a random guy he has no reason to be antagonistic to.
This isn't fucking Pulp fiction.Rest of chapter was as usual, horribly paced and with lots of page wasting. Ururu reminds me of Nel.
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However, Aizen Jr. seems to be a different person than Aizen Sr. If The First was going about how all is according to plan and fate, The Second seems to be set on coinsidences.
Smooth move, Kubo. You still have a chance at doing horribly bad!
Now where the fuck is Chad.
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@The:
This isn't fucking Pulp fiction.
That actually might make this better. Aizen as Vic Vega, Nnorita as Zed & Zoomari as the Gimp, just of the top of my head.
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Read the chapter and well not much happened, what can u do when the author takes a volume just to get to the point.
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I totally forgot about the chapter…
The only saving grace of the dick-waving was how over the top the "srs business" reaction shots were to the mundane things coming out of neo-Aizen's mouth. Jinta's starting to look like one of those stereotypical pompadour'd Japanese delinquents.
At least we might finally get something on Isshin.
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http://mangastream.com/read/bleach/24808686/9
Oh god , there can only be one being in the universe with that look…..!
http://mangastream.com/read/bleach/24808686/11
Just so you know Ichigo , there was a character like that in Flame of Recca .
http://mangastream.com/read/bleach/24808686/19
oh so NOW Kubo realises there was something Isshin was suposed to tell him after the fight was over .
I would realy like to know if Kubo's idea of a oneshot to promote a movie will be a five page waste of time like the oneshot for Hitsugaya's movie .
@Cyan:
So.
Stuff's happening now.
It's just really boring stuff.
Didn't you post this before ?
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Jump should consider releasing two chapters of bleach a week.
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Jump should consider releasing two chapters of bleach a week.
And it would still have half as much content as any other manga they release.