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Don't just 'ew' at me. >:(

Really now?

What else am I supposed to do with you?

A Shinigami that just is in my way, a thorne in my side [ or whatever you want to believe I guess, depends how self-important you are? ], you are nothing else but ew to me. Maybe fight me properly next time and I might retract that statement.

He will not.

#kkageokuri #☆ [ ic ] #[ ew |: ]

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pretend this is written nicely on a piece of parchment or something.

now listen to me old man, i am writing directly into your paperwork now. i need you to do me a favor. you will do this for me. i need you to go to gamestop, and i need you to ask the bastard working the counter if they have bambi on the ps2. if you come back empty handed youll be in big trouble mister. you will never see the light of day. - Gremmy Thoumeaux ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pretend that he's pretending to read it. also do not pretend the fact that he's going to burn it, right in front of you.

" I will give you leave to go there on your own and you can take a Sternritter with you. Now. "

Shoo.

#imagend #☆ [ ic ] #[ i can't blv i answered it that way ]

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if he could chose, who would he sleep with?

You're a day late for Sunday, also who says he can't choose?

But LOL, okay, gonna make this a little bit 'better' of an answer.

I play Jugram fairly sexually active and oftentimes have the 'joke' that he has 'personal aides' ( yes multiple ) he likes to socialize with. Yes, those are his consensual sexual partners, because he's not interested in anything else. If it is about what gender he's into? Doesn't matter for him, he's more into someone's personality than what they identify as, albeit he's a man that likes visuals and pleasing appearances. Keeping yourself in check, fresh, and clean is something that he looks after for sure. Otherwise? He's not into 'soft' and 'meek' people whatsoever, the more someone wants to 'help' him, the less he will be interested, especially since sex is not combined with him with emotional attachment in any form ( especially during TYBW and before that ). The more spunk and bite someone has, the better, make him fight for it ( at least as much as possible, given his insane power output ) and he will be into someone as a person.

Otherwise? Can't say about characters in general. During TYBW times, he wouldn't sleep with an Arrancar or Shinigami, especially not the latter, since he hates them with quite a passion ( not that sort of passion--- ). After the war is over? I guess wherever it would lead any potential development would work for him. If we are entirely 'technical', then it would need to be someone who is on a similar rank power-wise and maybe even on status. Captain/Espada/Sternritter would all be game, if it leads there. But it's not much about 'oh if I could, then I would' for him. Chasing someone is fun and game as long as the chase is mutually agreeable. If it's not? He has no interest from the very start.

So yeah! If someone plays their cards right with him and makes it obvious enough so that he would indulge, then whoever he finds agreeable visually and personality-wise, would be someone he would 'choose'.

#☆ [ headcanon ] #suggestive implication // #[ i guess LOL #this was a funny random thing to log into ]

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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

bold whatever applies | italics what sometimes applies [ both if it's perfect for your muse ] | strikethrough what doesn't apply & tag people. repost; don’t reblog!

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CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance

#☆ [ headcanon ]

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JUGRAM HASCHWALTH

BLEACH: THE BLOOD WARFARE (COUR 2) Ep. 01: The Last 9 Days

#☆ [ grandmaster ] jugram haschwalth #spoiler // #gif //

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Ah, right, there was something with Ji Soo he tended to gloss over. No matter, while having caught himself, already being back on track. It was a little feature he assumed was just natural to them and given the pace that this all sorted itself out with, no need to comment, nor do anything past raising an eyebrow.

" That is nothing but a thought experiment, Ji Soo. " Nothing to ponder upon. Already decided that he would not pursue where worth had not been given. Particular like this, of course, the force of their nature would and could make certain things much more attainable. " I'm also not inclined to repeat myself. You know what would happen if something 'were worth it', but it is not. " 

Alas, he was willing to offer as much as a moment while his time would allow, why not return that experiment? " Given the way you question, I assume you know what this is about. So? What would you do? "

"Preliminaririririreeehhnnhehnnnngnh... rngh...~"

Whoops-- that was a bit of a... "moment". Sometimes words are very, very, veryveryvery hard and that's okay! They'll recover in no time.

"OK! But--"

See? Now, observe.

"--what if it was worth it? What then?"

#pwophet #☆ [ ic ] #[ jugram really just treats ji soo like an experiment i would say i'm sorry #but we both know they find that idea funny SO ]

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" Preliminaries aren't met yet. And I do not find myself in the mood to rush where it is not worth it. "

"Oh!"

"... How come?"

#pwophet #☆ [ ic ] #[ jugram shut up o m g ] #[ ji soo is right LMAO ]

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@pwophet maybe tomorrow? :D

" Wouldn't that be pleasant? But I am quite aware that it will not be the case. "

#☆ [ ic ] #[ everybody: the fuck is he even talking about #ji soo: OOOH I GET IT :D ]

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@despairforme HELL YEAH (doesn't know what he's talking about)

@biskael ja. (also doesn't know)

--- Why are you both like this.

#☆ [ ic ] #[ usually there's two types of people #this time they morphed into one JADHD ]

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" One day... "

#☆ [ ic ] #[ what he mean? #who knows ( i do ) ]

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brushes his hair to keep it pretty

There is something particular about memories combined with sounds and sensations. With smells and visuals. Something that could trigger them at any moment when only the mind was so willing to overcome a barrier placed without acknowledgement of its invisible construction. Something buried deep within jumbled thoughts, like the end of a maze found when getting lost while running further and further without any want and need to find the true end of it all. It was perhaps a place to leave something there. To place a secret, a treasure, where none could truly find it, where none were supposed to, none allowed to be aware of it - a little gem in a little box - but if one were to truly think about, this small secret could encompass it all.

Something wonderful. Or something horrible.

Sometimes, it would be enough to break it all down within that gentle movement of hands through fine and barely tangled hair. With fingertips parting ways in those endless waves of fine and shimmery tresses, slowly, as if to make sure that no discomfort would befall him where he knew none would ever be able to find him. It was a peculiar way of interacting with him: to catch the Quincy in that moment of wanted dissociation from the world and everybody around them, just for those few little instances that could drag an ever-turning, ever-churning mind of attention away from whatever order he had yet to fulfil, while artfully crafting that very picture of white noise - in the way hands would grasp for a strand again and again. In the way the chosen brush would glide through it, attentively making sure not a single spot would be missed.

It is a sound everybody knew. It is a sort of white noise that could quell whatever tumultuous and tempestuous idea would rummage through his thoughts and allow a margin of calm to befall him. It is a sound one might yet want to learn how to describe without the obvious, and one Jugram had grown quite fond of over the years he had allowed Lovek to be as close as this to him.

And it was a sound that triggered a found little recollection of something similar. Burnt out into barely of a shape, a bare reminder of a form somewhere in the depths of his memory, a fleeting little glimpse of a past that should be closed off and hidden. Forgotten as it was; for nothing like this were to ever come back. It rages a picture of a burning forest, a burning little town in the middle of nowhere when only ever his history had repeated itself and the Grandmaster's reaction to it all had been just as empty, just as devoid as the sheer abundance of anger boiling in another forlorn one's face the very night it had happened. It were two memories, now that it had settled on drawing it all out.

Both burning. Both screaming. One was older than the other. [ one was his dearest friend's village? the other was his own---? ] He had seen and thought and felt that before, this anger - but it was not there anymore.

Now? Now when his head would shake for a bit in trying to rid himself of the strain put under for holding so still, so unknowingly still under mild and careful ministrations, it was enough for him to breathe out a laugh.

What a weird thing to happen at that moment, underneath bright skies, shimmering in clear blues. Sitting here in the castle's courtyard, amongst lush greens and verdant, bright and untouched by servants who had not yet come to disturb them both. " Having fun? " It was a mild little display of a realisation that Lovek had begun humming a tune of - at least as much as he was able to bring up the want to recall - a song played at one of the balls only days prior. Something he had found rather discordant and loud, yet for one of his closest ones, it had struck a fancy. Ah, he would not deny such [ his Majesty had said the same if he recalls? ]. Merely making to turn his head for just a bit, glancing at her with a raised eyebrow.

He could see the smile. Hear the laugh. It was easy to realise that despite what his companion had set out to do, desirable had been something else. But who could truly wonder about it? He had listened to the servants here and there whispering and murmuring about their desires to get their hands on him for once, to adorn his hair with bejewelled accessories, to mayhaps braid it - just like the Emperor's aide had done so now in numerous little interlinked and interloped creations. One more bold and bigger than some of the others, now all that may be left for a finishing touch, was to fasten the cascade of hair with a silken thread.

No missing awareness that this was the next wish, and nothing more but a sigh would leave him when Lovek's work had been done. So much for just wishing to brush his hair, but who was he to complain? Thus do hands find his caregiver's; a brush of fingertips in regard to feeling whatever intricately conducted masterpiece now set to embellish his form and in a sense? Yes, there was a breaking, a burning, knowledge that something like this had been his everyday occurrence so many - such uncountable - years ago.

But it does not matter, anymore. " Thank you. I appreciate it. " @adenial 💕

#adenial #☆ [ ic ] #[ ramona can't shut up about a concept #the novel #this is all that stuff we just talked about because i JUST CAN'T help myself like GOD i love this ] #☆ [ drabble ]

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Differences in who they were and how they were - be they as they may. Disregard towards an opposite kind could always be lessened, it would mean not that there is either one or the other thought to be had. As of right now, both of them basked in a sort of unexpectedly pleasant conversation, and with words that fell that seemed more and more interested in what he had to offer? Jugram was the last person to not take a possibility where it presented itself - that would be a failure on his part. If it leads ultimately anywhere? That was still to be seen---

---it was still nightfall after all, but using the Almighty was out of the question.

And as it was? He had an inkling that the other knew about his power. About the shred that still would be led out, if only because he was adjusting to the Espada's own, was making sure that spiritual pressure would linger just beneath the threshold he could feel all around this place, using his presence to mask his own perfectly. It was still an undertaking, still a task to be achieved, but nought would be shown in the way he behaved - if at all? Nnoitra's presence and willingness to indulge made it that little bit easier. " I do have comrades, who received their powers for the means of overcoming their burdens. " Would that matter?

Would it truly be something that could be understood if not felt? For how obscure of a thought process it was, the comparison of different forms of their spectrum, if Jugram had wanted, he could have drowned himself in the sheer delusion of emotions around this place. Perhaps, if that had been a possibility, the Lord of these Lands could have made it a bit more obvious, a bit more strenuous for any intruder to go through. What an interesting concept that might not be. Step into the realm of those burdened with pain and feel it just the same? That was maybe impossible, a mere mental quip of his own. He had yet to find an explanation worthwhile.

" One of my comrades had been struck with the ailing of continuous pain, for as long as death would not claim him, he would suffer no matter what was done. And he had wished and thought, hoped that if he were to pass on - that death would be peaceful. " No names needed, for no names would ring a bell. It was a truth-filled tale. " My Majesty gave him powers, the powers to strike fear in the hearts of everybody, to wring out their own and make it his to use, alleviating him from everlasting torment. " But obviously, there was no point in assuming it would be the same for a Hollow, for an Arrancar. Yet, he spoke only because there was no harm in providing.

Perchance there would be no loss in trying either.

Was it PREFERABLE? Nnoitra didn't know about that. This guy was pretty strange. Nnoitra would not call him positive, since he had more of a down-to-earth sort of vibe about him. He didn't seem to be quite as pessimistic and negative as himself though. It was a nice balance. Nnoitra had a REALLY hard time with happy-go-lucky people, because he couldn't relate to them on any level. Nnoitra didn't often have these sort of deeper conversations with anyone, and if he did, he imagined others would argue with him, or not accept his opinions ( everyone saw him as stupid after all ). He wouldn't admit it out loud, but it sure was nice not to be directly dismissed straight away.

Hence why he actually wanted to continue to conversation, and posed a question of his own, directed at the blond.

Nnoitra didn't know how Quincy operated, or how their powers worked. He listened to the other's explanation. So they too had special powers that were unique to them. Similar to the Espada ( though not all the Espada were that different ). Nnoitra's powers were based on regenerative abilities and brute force. He knew Barragan and Harribel had more... Fancy powers, in comparison to himself and, let's say - Grimmjow. He looked the blond up and down, wondering what sort of powers HE had. It was obvious he was suppressing his reiatsu like crazy. Nnoitra could sense an intense power from him. Nnoitra's battle-driven habits nudged him to pick a fight, to see how strong the other was. The pleasant nature of the conversation held him back. He was about to reply to him and tell him that these things were not the same. It didn't sound like what they were given had a downside. The aspect of death - it was a terrible burden. Should he tell him that, or? ---

It may be a way to alleviate your ache.

What did he mean by that? A furrow appeared between his brows in confusion. What ACHE was he talking about? Nnoitra did not think ' ache ' was a strong enough word to describe any of what he was feeling on a daily basis. He felt like an open wound. Bleeding. He hadn't mentioned that to him. Was it written on his face for the other to read? No, he didn't think so. It wasn't as if anyone who saw him on a daily basis knew how much he suffered.

❝ Yeah? 'N how ya figure that? ❞ He asked, lightly, as if it was no big deal. But he couldn't fake not having a KEEN interest in what the Quincy would say next.

#despairforme #☆ [ ic ] #☆ [ 01 ] despairforme #[ i mean wouldn't you too? LOL #if there's a possibility he's gonna catch them all LMAO ] #[ also he's referring to äs nödt just not as obviously ]

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A power difference was just that - a mere construct of thoughts and barriers to be broken down. Alas, he could appreciate a good incentive. A good bout of arrogance to be brought forth in that deliberate little sound she still held around him. Playful, undoubtedly, perhaps still underlining disregard that he could truly beat her, that this was nothing but an empty threat issued between obvious enemies, foes that should be on each other's throat the moment they had only lain eyes on each other. 

No matter. He could spare a few moments to engage in a chase. He did not need to return to the Wandenreich just yet. 

So, no headstart was given for either of them, the assumption was correct that he had not been willing to engage in childish plays of countdowns wasted, yet, in a sense, there was a stalling motion for figuring it all out: - back or forth? - back she had chosen, all but counting a pulse before he would move after. It would be boring to destroy their chasm [ and had he not already agreed to it? ], but instead pacing distance of but ten steps towards a clearer area, a glade amongst the endlessly rising dunes of sand to make himself visible towards his current trophy. 

It was there that he would stand [ could she see him? ], use but a moment to look around and when only pulses passed, turn to stare right at her, turn to face her and seem like he were not to move anytime soon? He wouldn't need to. When the spiritual pressure around them rose unexpectedly. Higher and higher, like a wall to be erected around him that swelled in deliberate margins for each moment wasted in this pursuit. If she were to run circles around him? It seemed like his eyes would follow. If the little Arrancar were to stop somewhere? It seemed like he would too. His soldiers knew to find a place to hide the moment this whole little sanctuary of discardable souls felt like it could burst into flames at a moment's notice. 

It wouldn't stay like that for long. Jugram didn't mean for a rampart to shield him, no - it was within that thought and wonder that he would push it outwards. Like a wave to be used as a search device. And any souls that would be too weak? Would be crushed to dust immediately. 

Mukuro wasn't at all surprised by that quip of his in retaliation for her claiming he must be upset or flustered。 He seemed to have a rather haughty air around him, so saying something that could probably work more on a human wasn't going to work, if the roles were reversed, Mukuro also would have been quite peeved or offended at such a claim。

But that didn't stop this from being any less entertaining。

With his next set of words, Mukuro had a strong feeling she knew where this was going to go。 After all, no one states ' very well if you have no master-- ' and doesn't follow it up with, ' --maybe you need to know how it is to have one '。

And her assumptions were correct with his final words。

The way his words broke for emphasis did cause a little excitement to rush through Mukuro。 She did so love a little hunt, even if it meant she was what was hunted and the implication of being tamed only furthered fueled that roaring flame of excitement in her guts。

Mukuro was certain that she wasn't going to be given any sort of headstart in this little chase, and she knew she probably wasn't exactly on par with him in terms of power, but she felt confident enough that she could probably do a good amount of damage to him if it came to it。

There was no question in his tone, this was no offer, it was a statement。 The fire within her turned into an inferno。

「My, my~」 her lips slowly spread up into a grin, and then came the words that would start this little game,「I'd like to see you try~♡」 And not even in a blink of an eye, she took off, not towards him like most would probably think of her to do, but away in a same manner a dog would go; ' chase me~ '。

#liecoris #☆ [ ic ] #☆ [ 01 ] liecoris #[ mukuro needs to be bonked with the horny bat #but also he's not making this any easier LOL ]

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what is your lifetrap---?

Your lifetrap is: Unrelenting Standards (67%)

Followed by: Emotional Deprivation (63%), Mistrust-Abuse (38%), Social Exclusion (33%), Defectiveness and Subjugation (29%), Vulnerability (25%), Abandonment and Entitlement (17%), Dependence and Failure-Impairment (0%)

Your primary feeling is one of pressure. You feel as if you can never relax and enjoy life. That you must always push to get ahead. For you, life is only doing. It is having to work or achieve all the time. You feel frustrated and irritated with yourself for not meeting your own high standards.

Physical stress is common with you. You may have headaches, digestion or bowel problems, as well as high blood pressure and/or insomnia. At root, you probably feel chronically angry, but with no apparent object to direct that anger towards. Instead of staying with that anger, you channel it outwards to your surroundings. Everything has to be perfect. You need to feel in control. 

Most likely you are successful. But you rarely stop and enjoy your success. The balance between work and pleasure feels lopsided. You turn many forms of activity into work and it enslaves you. You seem to have lost touch with your basic self. You go through the motions, but no longer know what makes you happy.

One of your parents may have used shame or criticism when you failed to meet their high expectations. As an adult, you feel you cannot let go of your need for perfect order, achievement, or status. But your excessively high standards are in fact impinging on your quality of life. You are successful, but not fulfilled. You need to learn that you can lower your standards without feeling like a failure.

Tagged by: from my own blog

Tagging: @quirofiliac | @pwophet | @chernozemic ; @thusspoke | @humificates ; @kuraikyu ; @adenial ; @jinjahime ; @bornhollow ; @kamitakes ; @hxbiris ; @reiiishii ; @cinghialefedele ; @keikakudori ; @imagend ; @inouehs ; @despairforme ; @baishouqijia ; @owabisuru | @gyakusama ; @zajevre ; @deathleads ; @liecoris ; @lured-into-wonderland ; @mikroteros ; @determinazione ; @deityforged ; @trireign ; @huntiburon [ and whoever else wants to, else i'm gonna go off for pages again ]

#☆ [ headcanon ] #[ early morning meme #it's kinda fascinating to see because i know where the explanations come from #they apply on a sort of meta-level for him #but he wouldn't agree if told ]

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Too easy. Finding these few specific words was far too easy. Temper nought else but a plaything if used in ways that would be favourable for a goal - she was quite loose-mouthed, but he would expect nothing else from someone bold enough to wander this close to a Quincy unit. If at all and she hadn't had quite a bit of skill, those with a higher perception towards these fine changes in the surrounding may have caught her already. In a sense that was, perhaps, what after mild contemplation of the situation did still pique the Grandmaster's interest. 

If she hadn't been able to get through some of his hunters, he would have already killed her on the spot.

" That would imply that I care. " A particular way of voicing his opinion, underlined with the drop of tenor, slow, nearly heavy when addressing what the Arrancar had brought forth in a single, simple announcement. Flustered? Upset? Human ridicule upon believing that words had the upper hand where power would command it - but perchance he could spare time to play this game. " Very well, if you have no Master, no Lord to govern over you, and your antics are annoying to me - your gaze is 'upsetting' me, as you so delightfully put it--- " His voice halts on the climax of the claim: as if to raise the stakes in means unexpected, so that those that were so far away, those soldiers of his left to wait for their Leader to return, would feel it in the air around them. 

He means not to crush the little Hollow, after all, for now, Jugram had decided that she would be useful enough to see if she could be tamed. But his eclipse in power was enough to underline that he would want to pursue in different proportions. " --- then mayhap you need to find out how it is to have a King to rule over you. "

Maybe Mukuro spent too much time around Grimmjow, or maybe this Quincy knew exactly what to say and how to flip the short fuse switch within Mukuro。 His quip about her politeness caused muscles in her jaw to clench tightly and, if it was even possible, the muscles tensed more when he referred to her having a master。

Those above her in rank were never considered to be masters to her, mainly individuals who tried to command her。 There were times when she obeyed of course, only when she knew that disobeying certain orders meant death, but times have changed now and the leash she once had was considerably more slack, if there at all。

It was getting harder to keep her temper in check。 Mukuro felt the beginnings of a growl grow deep in her throat。

「I am my own master,」 Mukuro says, adding a bit too much venom to that statement。 Not a lot of things scared Mukuro, and these。。。 wanna-be colonizers were no exception。

Not replying with a snarky, ' so? ' when he commented on how he told her to leave yet she stayed was very hard。

「Bold of you to assume that I care if I have the ruler's favour here,」 really the reason she hadn't left was that she didn't want to be surprised with a blast through the back。 But it was interesting, now that she thought about it, 「why are you so flustered if I remain here or not? Sure, you've told me to politely fuck off, but I have no intention of attacking。 Are you upset you're being watched so much~?」 She knew she was playing with fire now, being a bit antagonizing, were she to have her skeletal dragon tail out, it'd be waving in the same manner a cat does when agitated。

#liecoris #☆ [ ic ] #☆ [ 01 ] liecoris #[ LMAO i mean #they are actually nothing else but that especially like this #but yeah he just went “i want that one” #as jugram does with just catching himself some high class hollows/arrancars #didn't wanna force it too much so you have more freedom :) ]

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#☆ [ ooc ] #[ as i do/did on my other blogs and because i finished redoing my icons #my obligatory “sir you are so pretty please cease” post #i see you all liking that other post #I SEE IT #also back to me going insane over a drabble ]

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Happy Munday! Please tell us some fun little facts about the mun 💫 what are the things that inspire you? like things or people?

Heya :D Happy Munday!

UHM, well, some lil facts about me:

I am currently obsessed with building block sets [ just look for the company Loz and you will know what I mean ].

I have the brain of a squirrel.

I only pretend that I know what all these letters strung together to words even mean.

I'm an archaeologist! :D

okay enough of that, short facts is really hard ngl. 🥴

So what inspires me?

Writing as a whole. The sheer act of writing, the act of creation, the possibility of creation. Writing is, quite frankly, something so important to me that the pure option to talk about this with other people or to do it as it is, can actually bring me to tears [ and at times make me physically ill, even though that sounds worse than it really is, I promise ]. When it comes to inspiration for me, I am completely wired down to take it from anything around me, even from a single word given to me. I take it from the passion others have about. From the pure joy others have about it. It quite frankly is such an important part and pure art piece of my life, that knowing that there are people who share that same hobby, who share the same want and will to create, can give me a massive boost of creative inspiration.

I strive on the knowledge that people have the willingness to bring life to their own ideas in something that they let me experience when only I wish for it and it's so awe-inspiring to be a part of that in a community that also is just so filled with the pure wish to create. It might be that this is something that appears so 'easy' when it comes to finding inspiration to sit down and type out stuff for some cute little pixels but it is actually not. If I say passion, I mean passion in the act of fervour and enthusiasm and there's not only a few people that instantly come to my mind that have that around me and that let me ramble and go on and let me just come to them screaming "I HAVE AN IDEA" and we can go from there.

That is a source of inspiration for me.

I am also wildly driven by music, as one might want to expect. Extremely moved by singular art-pieces or when it comes to character writers, fanart can give me a boost of just push to create. Music in that sense is btw a bit tricky for me, because my brain literally goes into a video modus and I HAVE to sit certain songs out because I have a movie playing in my brain and can't do anything about it. But yeah! That is what inspires me :)

#☆ [ ooc ] #[ i scream about writing a lot #and yes i actually cried while trying to explain to people why i love writing as much as i do #having a passion that moves you to extremes is a wonderful and beautiful thing ]