fractempyreal

[fractempyreal]

Might go iconless for a bit, but I guess if someone wants to plot/write, hmu.

#I don't understand the tunglr layout anymore so be kind to me as I try to navigate this shit it's almost been a year :')

[fractempyreal]

what if. I came back.

#Idk I'm still tentative but hi guys i miss writing #Just squinting at the rpc in general tho because I'm tired #♚ ` ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴜᴇ ｡ﾟﾟ out of character

[fractempyreal]

CONGRATULATIONS!   LOVE LOSES 💔   @fractempyreal​ , @destructivour​

#every day i think about this and i'm staring at Nemo for cursing all of us

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Fun news, computer files got corrupted and I lost all my files 🤗

#Idk if I'll remake stuff since it was over a thousand icons alone for Vergil so #If i do write it'll be w/o icons ✌️

[fractempyreal]

Birthdays seldom come easily to the Devil anymore, their excitement for the festivities long having waned since childhood. It wasn't until recent years that they had taken to celebrating holidays and birthdays ( mainly due to a particular younger sibling, and his partner ) . He hasn't forgotten this year, even if he makes as if he doesn't know the day, but to determine the appropriate means of celebration is where the true struggle lay. Throughout the entire morning he found himself pacing back and forth, nearing a decision before vehemently striking it down in a firm mutter in aside to himself.

Cake?

He DESPISES sweets.

Going out for dinner?

Too stuffy, too formal, he might not enjoy himself.

Cycling through option after option, he found himself further and further descending into absolute frustration before a voice chimes in the back of his head. A particular, IRRITATING voice of a scruffy younger twin commenting on a carnival on the docks of the city.

Jaw sets, brows furrowing deeply as he considers the option. It would be loud, crowded, with copious amounts of scents filling the air upon being jostled around at the pitched screams of excitement of children and crying babies. Yet, as he imagines Grimmjow's jovial expression and eagerness, dragging them towards a game stand, the Devil comes to the slow realization that perhaps, just perhaps, it wouldn't be so bad if they were together.

His steps slow to a halt, lifting silvery crown as knitted brows smooth out with a low sigh that escapes from nostrils, shoulders dipping in acceptance. It would be enjoyable, if only because it would be worth experiencing the arrancar's joy and excitement at the festivities taking place.

' They've even got a fireworks show that happens at the end of the night. Fireworks, Verge! C'mon, you know you used to love that shit! '

Corner of his lip twitches, arms folding across chest as eyes slip closed as Dante's voice echoes in his mind again. He had scoffed at the insinuation that he had ever enjoyed something so brazen and obnoxious, but as he thinks on it now—

Head turns at the sound of footsteps, the familiar presence that blankets him as the one he had been hoping to see now enters the room. Iridescent gaze settles on Grimmjow, and for a moment it's a faint softening that passes over usually stony expression. The Devil unfolds his arm, a hand extending towards the arrancar in a slight motion for him to step closer.

Once he's close enough, fingers gently entangle with his and draw him closer, guiding that hand to lift and rest flat against his chest, over his heart. That familiar thrum beats beneath death's hand. Infinitely destructive, yet in their lifetime the Devil found them only capable of mending what once he believed wholly demolished. Slow breath leaves him, closing eyes as head dips forward to rest gently against Grimmjow's.

They wonder how to broach the subject of celebration, if Grimmjow would even present any kind of desire to do so ( a part of them hopes he does ), or if he even remembers what day it is or what it means. He dreads the outcomes that could result from askance, and they're certain that Grimmjow can tell something is off from the way that heartbeat now picks up an unsteady rhythm.

' — Vergil? Hey, what's up? ' The voice breaks through the uncertainty that plagues them, unclenching jaw he didn't realize he had clenched. The Devil pulls away, but doesn't break contact entirely ( still holding Grimmjow's hand to his heart ).

' It's nothing. I was— thinking. '

' About what? '

' — What to do today. ' Weight shifts, ' with you. ' Voice softens, scowl resting upon features before clearing his throat, fingers clutching around Grimmjow's hand ever so gently. ' Dante— mentioned a carnival taking place in the city today. ' They hesitate, shrugging shoulders in an attempt to nonchalance, but a ghost in the back of their mind whispers that Grimmjow isn't dull, not in this instance.

' Perhaps— if you would like to— we could attend. ' Pale gaze finds the vibrant blue of Grimmjow's, flickering in between them in attempts to discern what thoughts were passing through Grimmjow's mind in that instance. He feels the slight twitch of fingers in his grip, and he allows it to slacken briefly in order to bring his hand up to his lips, grazing them softly over scarred knuckles. ' To celebrate your birthday, I believed that perhaps— '

How embarrassing, that the Son of Sparda was fumbling over his words like some love-stricken schoolboy. He considers dropping the attempt then and there, before a rough hand lifts to cradle cheek, the iciness of it a shock to the system to the point where any flame of doubt is doused by the hearty laugh that rips from the lips of the man in front of him. Gaze flicks up, brows raising upon forehead in surprise before finding that there's a faint smile that spreads upon lips in response. Barely for a few seconds does it last before hand slips from own and arms wind around the Devil's shoulders to pull them into a crushing embrace.

Surprised grunt leaves him, hands hovering around Grimmjow's waist, uncertain as of what to do in the given moment.

' I'd really, really like that. To spend time with you . ' The gruff voice confirms. Vergil can almost sense the wide grin splitting Grimmjow's face, and his heart slows with embrace slowly returned. He swallows, wetting the dryness of his throat before clearing it, turning head to press lips against temple, low hum leaving them and closing his eyes before quiet murmur dispels into his hair.

' I was hoping you'd say that. ' A pause.

' I heard there would be fireworks at the end of the night. Perhaps we could share a celebratory birthday kiss? ' Teasing lightness edges into his tone, before Grimmjow pulls away, hands firmly resting on the Devil's shoulders as expression grows more serious. For a moment, Vergil finds himself bemused by the look they're given, smile fading if only somewhat.

' Why wait until the end of the night? I want my birthday kiss now. ' There's no hesitation, no room for Vergil to respond or retort before hands on shoulders now move to cup his face and pull him down for their lips to meet.

Happy Birthday, Mi Cielo.

@jaegerjacks

#hi :)))) #jaegerjacks #i knkow we like.... briefly talked about it but i thought it'd be really cute to kind of have the lead up into it and all :'''> #Happy burday you stinky cat man. your stupid dragon man loves you

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#Mm..... messed up my wrist and it's been bothersome for the past few weeks so I've been Away #Hope everyone's doing well. I miss you guys 😫

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Pushes him up against the wall , fingers hooking into the hem of his pants , face drawing close with a low hum rolling in his chest . ❛ . . . Is this the game you want to play ? ❜ @jaegerjacks

#:) hi

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#bro i need to get medicated again or smth because i have like 6 replies partially done and i can't FOCUS!!! #THE FUCK!!! #i'm trying fellas i prommy i am

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❛ You can suck as hard as you want , doesn't change the fact that you could always suck harder . ❜

❝ everyone's bent outta` shape cause y`dont suck as hard as i do . ❞

#jaegerjacks #just be aware that he's saying this with a break between every 'suck' #because he's just parroting the word and it's not part of his vernacular in that sense :)))) #But I agree with Vergil tho. Grimmjow should suck harder. #I mean could. I mean what

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Well.... they're not wrong.

#wow thanks for reminding me i use this site

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❛ Am I meant to be impressed by that ? ❜ He's not.

#i'm gonna work on some writing but have this as a tweat #stop showing him how far you can snot rocket he is disgusted #♚ ` ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏ ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ ｡ﾟﾟ in character

[fractempyreal]

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 . Foul stench fills the Devil's nose , immediately bringing it to crinkle in disgust at the scent . ROT fills the air , permeating the remnants of the entire city . Whatever life there once was now seems BARREN save for the empty husks that once housed a human soul . PITIFUL , how far man has fallen ( even with as lowly his thoughts were of them , to have sunk even further ) .

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 , 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 , 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 , sliced in two & lain on the concrete before gaze casts aside towards the source . Expression remaining even despite finding himself with a sliver of LIFE that he would not have expected . ❛ Then there are those that survived . ❜ @fortrauma has come across the devil

#fortrauma #kiss kiss hello hello i have nothing written up for a RE verse so temporary crossover it is :)c

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hey. hey. hey. me. hey me. look at me.

bitch

I know you are, but what am I?

#FLYNN GET OUT OF HERE YOU KNOW I'M GONNA PULL OUT THOSE CRINGE JOKES OKAY

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❛ You think you stand a chance against me ? ❜ 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 , gaze sweeping aside towards the human ( human— but not quite ) . Thumb grazes over the hilt of his sword , before it swipes upwards in one fluid motion , cold steel catching the pale light of the moon before blade slips into the scabbard . A soft 'click' filling the air to announce that it's been housed . ❛ Return to the safety of your kind , lest they find you here in pieces . ❜ @biskael sought out the devil

#biskael #♚ ` ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏ ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ ｡ﾟﾟ in character #♚ ` ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ & ʜᴇʟʟ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪɴᴇs ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ｡ﾟﾟ v. Emperor #Vergil vc: I think i may or may not have traumatized your weird goth buddy once upon a time.

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❛ — just what are you planning to do with that thing ? ❜ 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 , eyeing the poor excuse for a vehicle that Grimmjow so diligently sets about to working on . Lips pursing as metal clanks against metal , releasing a fast breath through nostrils and raising a hand to pinch bridge of his nose . How it is that he agreed to allowing Grimmjow to keep this blight , he has yet to understand .

❛ You can't expect that I'll allow you to get in that death contraption . ❜

@jaegerjacks brought home a goddamned lemon

#jaegerjacks #I can't stand this i can't stand Grimm but i love him so much I need to wrestle him on the spot

[fractempyreal]

Still trying to understand beta and it's really such a weird experience lmao

#I've written up some starters so i'm gonna proofread and start posting #time for me to get used to tunglr bs again :')

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Slips an arm around his waist absentmindedly, lets his thumb draw small circles on his hip as his eyes remain fixated on the pages of the book before him.

❝ . . . what're you readin` . ❞ spoken as a genuine statement rather than a question, one that he found asking him far more often now than ever . grimmjow shifts to fit much more comfortably against his side when vergil wraps an arm around him , a welcomed gesture in comparison to what might've been rejected some many years prior . ACCOMPANIED BY A WELL DESERVED STAB to the temple in the arrancar's case if he was the one to initiate the contact .

he leans back to catch a glimpse of the pages the other man seemed so transfixed upon , lips pursing as though trying to read some of the words upon the page right along with him before the next page is turned ; ( many of the words far beyond his comprehension ) even though grimmjow would argue he could read them just fine with that overly soured expression . claiming they simply aren't as interesting as the nude magazines often scattered haphazardly atop vergil's priceless tomes , much to the devils obvious dismay about it . ❝ how come you never seem to read anythin with pictures in it , seems kinda` borin` with all those fancy words an` nothin` else . ❞ @fractempyreal, answered ask . ♡

#thinking about this again like ough.... that's a stinky cat man #and someone that is very important to my interp of Vergil :)))