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"Normal speech"

'Thoughts'

Flashback/Dream

A/N: Time skip my dear friends! Exactly how long you'll find out shortly ;D

#10#

"Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find the third seat?"

The tiny, blonde shinigami curiously turned to look at the source of the voice. His big, brown eyes quickly landing on a black haired girl with piercing amber eyes; looking like if she was barely touching her twenties and being the-most-beautiful-women he had ever seen. He blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden appearance of a civilian in the 1st squad barracks. However, he quickly composed himself in favor of actually digesting her words and rose an eyebrow in question.

"The third seat? Which one?"

The amber eyed girl also blinked in mild confusion. She honestly didn't know what to answer, this seated position thing was new to her as well. It had just been introduced into the system a little while ago and she wasn't a part of the gotei 13. It wasn't easy to suddenly grow accustomed to something like this.

"I-I don't know."

The blonde shinigami took pity in the raven head and gave a crooked smile in understanding. Even he sometimes didn't understand the new system the captain commander had installed. And it was all the more confusing with their squad having three third seats. Why couldn't they just give one seat to each?

"Well I guess I can help you find one of the third seats. The three are mostly always together so if we find one, we'll defiantly find the rest. I'm telling you, those three act like they're glued together."

The raven head overlooked the snarky comment in favor of concentrating on the first words. Her amber eyes sparkling with unhidden mirth as her smile widened.

"Really? That'd be great!"

The brown eyed shinigami gave a wide cheshire grin in response, extending his hand to the raven haired beauty and receiving the greeting in return.

"I'm the 20th seat, Hirako Shinji. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm Shiba Haruka, like wise."

Shinji's grin flattered for half a second before his smirk returned in full force, recognition dawning on him as he finally concluded who the raven head was looking for. He did a quick search of reiatsu in the vicinity, looking for a certain orange haired third seat and only finding the other two. He couldn't pinpoint his presence, and that more than anything ticked him off.

"Well, shall we go, Haruka-chan?"

Haruka just cleared her throat as she nodded and followed the flamboyant blonde, the two wandering deeper and deeper into the first squad barracks and passing by more shinigami as they went.

All of a sudden, Shinji aha-ed and grabbed her wrist –rather difficulty thanks to the height difference- to steer her to the left. They rounded a corner and suddenly came face to face with the two third seats in question; one with straight white hair in a low ponytail to the side, and the other with shaggy brown hair.

"Oh, the third seats! See, I told you we'd find'em, Haruka-chan!"

The two couldn't help but widen in eyes as Haruka just waved nervously at the two. Shunsui was the first to recover and went forth to glomp her in a bone crushing hug, the raven haired girl being startled for half a second before she returned the hug with only mild awkwardness while she gave a meek smile to the white haired boy that was returning her previous wave.

"Haruka! You came back! When did you come back? Have you seen Ichigo? What are you doing with this little brat?!"

"Oh, I am so not a brat! I turned 48 last month!"

"A squirt compared to my four centuries. You still look like an elementary school kid!"

"At least he acts his age. You on the other hand, still acts like in kindergarten."

"Ju-chan~! Why do you betray me?"

"What? It's the truth."

The raven haired girl merely stared unimpressed at the scene unfolding itself before her very eyes. She wanted to say she had missed the banter that usually happened when the three third seats were together, but now she just didn't know what to think –and Ichigo wasn't even there yet. However, that didn't mean she didn't want to see Ichigo –she was still looking for him now that she thought about it- it's just that she could do without the quarreling.

So in the end, all the raven head could do was give a resigned sigh that brought them to attention. They had been so enhanced in their fighting they had forgotten all about Haruka and the fact that she had been looking for them.

"Ne Haruka-chan, you were looking for Ichigo right?"

Haruka perked up at the mention of her elder brother. Her amber eyes lighting up with such delight that the three boys were momentarily surprised by the magnitude. Jūshirō smiled warmly and came forth to place a hand on her shoulder, his eyes warm as he spoke and using such fondness that Shinji was taken aback. He didn't know the two third seats were close to the Shibas –aside from Ichigo obviously.

"I just arrived an hour ago and wanted to see Ichigo first. I haven't even seen Chichue."

Her enthusiasm was almost tangible. And Shunsui couldn't help but be affected by it. Besides, he was already hyped up by Haruka's arrival. He also happened to know where Ichigo was so he didn't have to disappoint the young girl.

"Oh! I know where he is! He said he would be training in the outskirts."

"Can we go now?"

"Sure! Let's go, Ju-chan. Shin-chan-!"

"You so did not call me that."

"I sure did, now stay here Shin. Everyone else, let's go find Ichi!"

Haruka smiled broodily as she followed after the brunette through the engawa in the direction of the forest. Jūshirō had shifted to walk besides her the moment they started moving while Shinji merely stood gapping at the scene. They had basically ignored him and moved along and that just annoyed him to no end. They so did not leave him behind like a brat not being able to go play with the big kids.

So the blonde came to a decision. He scowled and ran behind the three, not even caring that he had just disobeyed an order from a third seat when he was only a 20th seat. Sure, he was a squirt compared to them, but he was still a shinigami –a seated one.

#10#

By the time Shinji caught up with the trio, they had already started a new conversation. He decided to stay hidden and made sure his reiatsu was suppressed enough before following on light feet. He was curious after all.

"So what's been going on while I was gone?"

Shunsui looked pensive for a second before sharing a silent look with Jūshirō. He honestly didn't know where to start, and if the shrug he was given was anything to go by, his white haired friend didn't either. So instead, he turned back to look at the raven head while making sure not to trip while they walked into the woods.

"Well, there's a lot of stuff that has changed lately. It's kinda weird how fast everything happened seeing as you were only gone for approximately 10 years, give or take."

"It was 10 and a half. Wataru is still staying for another month but he'll be back soon enough. I missed the sereitei. Rukongai is exciting but I can only take so much time out in the 3rd. The sabbatical was a breather though, not counting the training we had."

Jūshirō and Shunsui were rather curious by the time she finished –and so did a certain blonde hidden behind a tree- and were itching to ask more. Ichigo had only told them so much, and Haruka could only tell the duo the bare bones before she had to leave. The only thing they knew is that Wataru and Haruka were sent to a lower district in Rukongai by the elders; something about giving them special lessons, interact with normal people and deflate their heads –as Ichigo had told them with the slightest twist of rage in his features. So now that she was back they wanted to know what had really happened.

But Haruka had asked first, and the two new by experience that she would point that out and –maybe- avoid answering. The two friends knew very well that the elders of the Shiba family were fighting tooth and nail to take the main family down –and they were less subtle than the other clans trying the same. So it wouldn't be odd if Haruka avoided answering –the siblings had made it rather clear that they would handle their own family problems and that they wouldn't involve others.

"We-"

"But enough about me. I want to know about the recent events going on. I haven't had time to gossip yet."

Jūshirō gave a small chuckle as Shunsui pouted since he had been stopped mid-sentence. Haruka didn't seem to notice, and honestly Jūshirō thought it was for the best. Knowing the brunette, he was bound to start chatting non-stop into the next after-life. Better take everything in steps.

"Well, Haruka-chan, as Shunsui said, there have been a lot of changes. Ichigo, Shunsui and I were stationed as third seats."

"I know!" Haruka nodded excitedly "It was shocking to hear you three had been placed on such a high ranking right off the bat. But I guess that happens when the gotei 13 grows laxer on the strength levels. I've heard tales of the times when the original Gotei 13 were "defenders" in name only. Comprising nothing less than a brutal mob of killers. But it was for that very reason they were a force to be feared. Yet you three were placed on a senior seat even when you graduated two centuries ago –inexperienced in the eyes of the other seniors I bet.

"Yeah well, we're considered prodigies, remember!"

"I seem to remember Ichigo being the one lauded for being a genius, Shunsui. We were just admired for our dual blades."

The brunette pouted as he was discovered in his attempt to show off. Haruka just chuckled as Jūshirō had a sly smile on his face. It was always amusing to mess with Shunsui.

"So what else? That's hardly anything."

"Oh, me next!"

Shunsui perked up excitedly. His previous gloominess gone before anyone could blink as he rose his hand and jumped while they walked. Such a child, Jūshirō thought humorlessly while Haruka just continued laughing.

"So Shu, what else?"

"The next Kenpachi was chosen!"

"What?!"

The raven head couldn't quite hold her shock as she stared wide eyed at the smirking brunette before turning to look at Jūshirō that held a sympathetic smile. He looked like if he truly understood her surprise, which helped to calm her own. She turned back to look at the still smirking boy before rolling her eyes and easing herself to wait for the whole story.

"Wasn't Unohana Yachiru known as Kenpachi?"

"Yup! But something happened. Only the captains know the details, but word has it that she was beaten in one of her last missions to the outskirts of Rukongai. Apparently this person is a real beast and Unohana-Taicho herself recognized this and stepped down."

"So this beast is the new Kenpachi?"

Shunsui only shook his head grimly, none of his previous excitement in place and looking highly displeased.

Haruka, on the other hand looked confused as she furrowed her eyebrows and waited for an answer. This was becoming quite frustrating

(Some where behind a tree and not so far behind, Shinji ease-dropped curious to the whole ordeal. He had just entered the gotei two months ago after all. This was new for him.)

"Then who the hell succeeded Unohana-san?"

"Some guy named Fujikawa Teiji. But who cares about him! The surprising part is what Unohana-Taicho decided to do!"

"Well, what happened?"

"She turned into the 4th squad captain!"

"Isn't the fourth squad the medical bay?"

Shunsui nodded as he kept his eyes wide with wonder. Like if he himself still couldn't believe what had happened.

"It is. But the thing is, apparently Kirinji Tenjirō taught her healing kido at some point and was actually pretty good at it. Now she's a totally different person and she even changed her first name to Retsu!"

"She's still scary at times though."

The white haired boy interjected, his kind smile nowhere to be seen and seemingly as appalled as Shunsui. This was rather recent, so it was still the main gossip of the time.

"What else has occurred lately? Apparently interesting things happen when I'm away."

"Ichigo is going to be transferred to the 10th squad next week."

"What? He's being sent to Chichue's squad? Why?"

"He's going to be the lieutenant!"

Haruka couldn't quite avoid showing her surprise as she stopped and openly gapped at the brunette. This was a little too shocking for her to handle and as such, her brain couldn't properly digest the words spoken –state that was mirrored by the small 20th seat following behind.

On the other hand, Shunsui was grinning broodily as he stood with his hands on his hips. There was an underlying emotion of pride in the way he carried himself, and Haruka was sure that Jūshirō held it just the same. As such, the raven head couldn't help but compose herself in favor of giving a sad smile that held much relief.

She remembered how Ichigo would refuse their father's offer of transferring him from the 1st squad to the 10th and turn him into his lieutenant. She honestly didn't know what the fuss was about but was glad the orange head had finally relented. At least there was some good news.

Haruka was about to ask if there was anything else she should know, when all of a sudden a shock of uncontrolled thunder made them all jump in shock. Jūshirō and Shunsui looked at each other with wide eyes before sprinting towards the dimming, blue light; the raven head falling behind even in her flustered state.

When the two boys finally stopped, they were at the edge of a spacious clearing in the middle of the forest. This place had actually been made when the first Kenpachi –Unohana- and Yamamoto had fought a long time ago; leaving a giant hole in the leafy woods. In the middle of the clearing stood a certain orange head with an expression of utter exasperation. He had sweat running down his forehead while he bit his lower lip. But what really brought their attention was the way he was cradling his burnt arm close to his chest –it was still smoking slightly.

Haruka gasped lightly as she sprinted forth while avoiding falling face first on the dirt. She slid to a stop at the bottom, her breaths harsh and short as she finally arrived at Ichigo's side and threw herself onto the orange head while careful with his obviously burnt arm.

Ichigo looked wide eyed from the girl in his arms to his friends walking towards him with slight frowns. He tried to compose himself, his brows furrowing while he tried to connect the dots and finally came to his senses.

"Haruka? What are you doing back home?"

The raven head reluctantly retracted herself from his chest, her eyes hard with angry tears at the edges even as she gave a potent glare that would have made him flinch but didn't.

"Me?! Who cares about that right now! What the hell were you doing?! Your arm is completely barbecued!"

Ichigo grimaced at the implications made before getting a good look at the surrounding area. One would like to think that Ichigo had given as much damage as he had received, but his pride was completely tarnished as he realized that wasn't the case. He didn't know if the burnt tree was good enough success for anyone else, but it certainly wasn't the case for him.

"Well, I was trying to use something similar to Hadō #11. Tsuzuri Raiden, but using Bakudō #4. Hainawa as the current, and Hadō #4. Byakurai as the attack."

Haruka blinked in bewilderment as she stared at her elder brother. She honestly had a hard time understanding what Ichigo was talking about. But what pissed her off more than anything, was the fact that the two third seats looked like the understood to the perfection.

"What Ichigo is trying to say, Haruka-chan, is that he's trying to combine Hainawa –which is a Bakudo- and Byakurai –a Hado. He wants to use the Hainawa to trap the enemy –as it is normally used- but add a Byakurai traveling into the rope. That way, he not only binds the opponent, but attacks them as well."

"You could have told me that from the very beginning!"

"That's what I said but in different words!"

"You know I don't understand the technicism behind kido, I only use it. And besides, that still doesn't explain your injuries!"

"Well, uh, I kinda failed… a lot… before actually succeeding… five minutes ago."

Haruka face palmed and Shunsui gave an amused chuckle while Jūshirō merely sighed and shook his head. Ichigo on the other hand, had the decency to look embarrassed and everted his eyes while scratching the back of his head.

It wasn't his fault that kido didn't exactly come naturally to him. But anything he learns, is a tool to use in the horrible future growing closer and closer. He'd honestly be better off practicing anything but kido –it took three months to be able to use Hadō #31. Shakkahō without exploding back in his time-line- but that didn't mean he could leave it aside. Kido is very useful after all. So here he is, trying to tinker with kido and not get himself killed.

Needless to say, he wasn't doing such a good job.

But that didn't stop him anyway. In the past two centuries he's been trying to perfect every area in the shinigami arts and he's pretty close to it. His hollow abilities aren't half bad, but still need polishing. While his Quincy techniques, could use another two centuries –metaphorically speaking, he's Kurosaki Ichigo for fucks sake. So he still had a lot to do. The only problem he had was the fact that it was hard to practice without being seen.

Which comes back to his current company. He was practicing very calmly and earnestly when the trio came around. If he had been left to his own demise, he would have practiced instant regeneration and healed his arm. Now that was impossible and very well frustrating –he mostly never carries injuries. Now he's going to have a bandaged arm for about a week give or take. Fuck.

Speaking of which, apparently he spaced off because now Haruka is looking at him worriedly –and now that he thinks of it, he still doesn't know when she came back. So instead of sinking himself into his own thoughts, he coughs to bring back attention before turning back to gaze at the raven haired girl.

"Anyways, I finally succeeded so I doubt I'll get burnt anymore ('I hope') so if you've finished playing mother hen I would like an answer as well."

Haruka pouted at the reference but stayed quiet as she gave him another calculating gaze and sighed. She tried to avoid the apprehension bubbling from the pit of her stomach and concentrate on her orange haired brother. He had asked a question after all.

"I just got here like two hours ago."

"And have you talked to Chichue?"

"Nop! I wanted to come see you first!"

Ichigo couldn't help the small smile that filtered across his features at the enthusiasm shown. He really loved his siblings to no end –new and old- so it was nice to see his affection returned. To some people it seemed odd, and to others it looked natural. And while Ichigo and Haruka were still engaged –which was still a secret outside of the Shiba council- their love was that of siblings.

So instead of brushing her off –like most would think he would do since nobody really knows him- he brought his healthy hand a rustled her long, black locks. Nobody looked particularly surprised by this, seeing as they all knew Ichigo in a personal level. They looked like if they were a close knitted family, and Ichigo was more than comfortable with everyone present.

All of a sudden, Ichigo's warm smile disappeared completely as he heard a rustle in a nearby tree. He stilled, retracting his hand and placing it on his hilt as everyone noticed his shift in mood. The orange head narrowed his eyes as he tightened his grip, battle hardened instincts going ablaze as he scanned the area and found nothing. His heart was beating rapidly, which was odd all things considered. But for some reason, the unease he felt at the pit of his gut was making him nervous.

Something would happen. Somebody was out there. His suspicious was nearly killing him.

"W-wait! I-I'm not an enemy! I swear!"

Ichigo froze as his brain went haywire and his heart dropped. His mind was barely catching up with what the voice had said but that didn't seem to be his current dilemma. No, the problem was the rather familiar, yet at the same time, foreign voice. That fuckin' squeaky tone that still sounded laid back and had the same Kansai ben as always.

How could he already be here?

"Shin?! What the hell are you doing here?! Did you follow us?!"

This only verified his suspicions.

But still, what was Hirako Shinji doing 700 years in the past before hollowfication? Was Shinji really that old? It might be the case. But still, that didn't mean he was ready to face such a familiar face. To avoid breaking down at seeing someone he saw die, alive. His heart, mind and soul were basically going into cardiac arrest.

"It's not my fault! You guys basically abandoned me without explanation!~"

"You don't need explanation when a superior is telling you to stay."

"Ukitake-senpai! That is so not fair!"

"Stop acting like a kid, Hirako."

Everyone stilled as Ichigo's cold voice echoed across the clearing. Everyone's blood ran cold as the attention was brought back to the orange head and his shift in posture. His hands hanging limply at his side, his long bangs obscuring his eyes, his head held high and body language screaming superior.

"You're a Shinigami, so act like one."

Said blonde looked utterly terrified as his big brown eyes shifted from his orange haired third seat to the other three that looked as baffled as him. He was about to open his mouth to mutter a quick apology when all of a sudden Ichigo turned to look at the trio –Haruka, Shunusi and Jushiro- with a scowl plastered on his face.

"I'm going to get my arm checked. I'll see you guys later. Haruka, go check on dad as soon as possible. We'll catch up later."

And before anyone could say otherwise, Ichigo was gone in a rapid Shunpo. The silence left was rather deafening as none knew what the hell had happened. Shinji tried to find something to explain the strange behavior in his superior officer but found none. It was rather confusing, and more than anything, frustrating.

"Does Shiba-san dislike me or something?"

This seemed to shock everyone out of their reverie, each having different thoughts in the sudden scene played before them, and each having different conclusions. But of course, the small boy couldn't possibly know this, and honestly, they doubted he ever would. Even they didn't understand the enigma that was Ichigo, but at least they had the gist of things.

"I don't think that's the case."

"Than what do you think happened, Haruka-chan?"

Haruka bit her lip as she tried to ponder over what to say, but apparently Jūshirō caught onto her hesitation and decided for her. He wasn't about to say the real reason he thought Ichigo had been so cold, but the blonde deserved an answer. He had a calm and measured voice as he spoke, and that more than anything, brought everyone to attention.

"Ichigo is a reserved person by nature. So being ease dropped like that might have been annoying. He doesn't like letting people into his personal life so it must have come as a surprise to see you hiding around in the bushes and observing everything. And by the way, that's very wrong."

"Ju-chan is right, Shin. You can't just spy on people like that. And you disobeyed my order. I won't tell Yama-ji. But not a single word about this to anyone, got that?"

Shinji just nodded solemnly as he agreed to leave this endeavor in secret. He wasn't convinced with the answer given, but wasn't about to question it. Instead, he tried to shift the topic to something less confusing and went forth with something that was bugging him since the very beginning. Something that's been bothering since the very beginning.

"Why is third seat Shiba's reiatsu all muffled and untraceable. I couldn't pinpoint it earlier."

The blonde almost seemed to pout as he crossed his arms over his chest. The way he stood made him look nearly childish, yet it was stupid how the flamboyant boy could still look older.

Shunsui, however, was the one to laugh humorously at the mention of Ichigo's reiatsu while Jūshirō only smirked with unhidden amusement. Even Haruka was mildly aware of her own mirth as they livened up a little and forgot about Ichigo's leave momentarily.

However, this only seemed to piss off Shinji even more. Making him scowl and glare at the three as he was laughed at for his ignorance.

"What's so funny?"

The only immediate answer he received was Shunsui's laughter getting louder.

"What?!"

"Y-you can't just- you can't just find his- find his reiatsu like that!"

The brunette was now laughing hysterically on the floor. But his humor was centered more on the red and furious expression on the blonde, than the initial question. Even Haruka started chuckling while Jūshirō stayed highly amused on the sidelines thanks to the current sight before him.

Imagine this: a blonde midget with shoulder length straight hair, red as a tomato, brows furrowed in rage and hands clutched in fists at his side. This was highly amusing.

"WHAT!?"

#10#

He kept flash stepping. Never stopping. Never wavering. Wind rushing against him and goose bumps traveling down his spine. He continued. Eyes hard as steal while facing forward as he steadied his raging heart and uncontrollable tremble.

He had been harsh. He knew it. Yet he didn't care. Anything to avoid hearing- seeing the midget blonde.

He could still- still see the scenes playing before him. The screams, the panic, the blood, corpses everywhere and the enemy breezing past their defensive lines. He could surprisingly see past the gore and yells, shivers and disgust. Everything seemed to be a mere hindrance in his line of sight. Nothing mattered in the battlefield. Even the explosions were simply background noises. The only things that were still worth his attention was protecting his friends.

He picked up pace, feet unconsciously taking him to the Shiba compound as he tried to forget, forget, forget everything about the cries of misery. The yearning for peace and pain filled screams for help he always heard, but was never able to respond to. The visons he had so vividly forgotten were now assaulting him in full force as if mocking him and saying here I am.

I felt vile rush up his throat and quickly swallowed to push such stupid emotions down. He tried to blink away the tears that gathered at the corner of his eyes. He tried to settle down his harsh pants and closed his eyes for a fraction of a second in mid-shunpo. But grave mistake it had been, because in that millisecond, he saw so much yet so little.

"Turn tail!"

He heard explosions in the background. Bombs being ignited no doubt. The sereitei was basically obliterated. But at least someone had noticed in time and warned the rest. Shinji had basically saved their lives. The "E" had been the cause.

*static*

"Sosuke is the least of our problems! If this keeps up, there'll be nothing left!"

He remembered agreeing with him. Backing the vizard in his statement and pushing the issue through. They fought side by side not only in the battlefield but also in meetings.

*static*

"It's dangerous, Shinji-san. At least wait for everyone else to come back."

"It'll be al'right, Kisuke. I've got Ichigo with me, so it'll be a walk in the park."

Shinji had always trusted him, and unconsciously, he had trusted the man back. But it isn't until know that he really comes to the realization. Shinji was one of his best friends back in the war… when he was still alive.

*static*

"Ichigo, promise me you'll die long after I do. Give a man on his death bed a bit of hope for the future."

He never would have known how useless it felt to see someone close die in your arms. Yuzu and Karin had been long dead when he had regained conscious, so this was the first time facing real death. Sure, he had seen many comrades fall in the battlefield. Others at death's door step. But he had never kneeled besides someone precious to him awaiting death.

"'Kay…"

*static*

"You shouldn't be here! You're dead, you dyed in my arms! There is no way in hell you're still walking around and attacking your comrades. Shinji!"

"It's no use Ichigo! We lost him too… she/he somehow obtained his corpse."

Back then he still couldn't believe they would abandon Shinji like that. Only later did he notice that wasn't exactly the case. It just hadn't sunk in yet.

From then on they burned every corpse possible.

*static*

He breathed in a shaky gulp of air. Making a necessary stop on a roof top three flash steps away from home as he tried to compose his raging heart. He honestly felt he would hurl any second now. But as he was about to bite back the bile and continue on his tracks to lock himself up in his room for the rest of the day, a firm hand grasped his shoulder making him jump.

He whirled around in half a second, eyes wide with fear as he clearly intended to behead whoever dared sneak up on him. He was mid movement when his steps faltered upon the image of a bloodied field and mutated hollows. His foot slipped and he was about to fall down the roof when all of a sudden he was caught from the hem of his sleeve. The hand steading his feet as the newcomer gave a startled sound to show his surprise. Ichigo lifted his head, fully intent on barking out an I'm fine that quickly dyed in his throat as his amber eyes met with aquamarine green.

Eyes that looked like they truly understood yet couldn't get why.

"Chi… chue…?"

"Ichigo…"

To be continued…

A/N: I hope you liked the bunch of revelations held in this chapter. Many had asked me what had happened with Yuzu and Karin and here is a little detail about them. The majority of you hadn't bothered asking who the bastards were and honestly I'm disappointed. No one sought to ask who had been the one that had made a living hell out of the past. Well here is your answer.

I created a cover for this chapter (like when you get to the middle of an episode and they put an image with the character and the episode number) and was rather excited to share it even though it's not that good. Tell me what you think! It's a young Shinji!

PS: It shall be in my tumblr account. (link here –not posted yet jejeje)

Cover:

Image used for the card which I also made btw:

Opinions appreciated.