Insanity is relative

And if you're hurting I will replace the noise with silence instead Flushing out your head If you like it violent We can play rough and tumble Fall into bed And I won't breed for you can recover When you're in pieces Just follow the echo of my voice It's okay Tune into that frequency Don't fight your reflex Embrace the instinct You can feel your way Through the bed that we face in the end

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

"I will do that right now, sir."

Better to let them escape then suffer from this man, anyway.

[narcisista--canibal]

"Then I shall be on my way-- I have more important things to attend to anyways."

[narcisista--canibal]

"Ulquiorra-san would be disappointed if I did not dispose of the trash.”

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

"… They are unimportant, sir.  I can get rid of them.”

[narcisista--canibal]

"Oh? Are you going to be my little warrior and cleanse their presence from my lab, little dove? Please, do so."

[narcisista--canibal]

loyaltyisblind replied to your post:loyaltyisblind replied to your post:sword...

SZAYELAPORRO SAMA NO THE ANON IS TRASH THEY DONT NEED TO BE KILLED

"Ulquiorra-san would be disappointed if I did not dispose of the trash."

[narcisista--canibal]

loyaltyisblind replied to your post:sword swallower

szayelaporro sama pls

IM DOIN IT IM FUCKIN DOIN IT

i did the thing

[narcisista--canibal]

sword swallower

"You're point?"

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

narcisista—canibal

[/clears his throat]

Oh, look at the time! Needs to go do an important thing now. She will just leave to get to it.

[narcisista--canibal]

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

dream and scream 8)

Sleep, little dove.YOU NEED TO SLEEP.

A new drug now flooded her veins and caused her body to shake rightbefore him, fall to her knees as darkness began to eat at her eyes anddrag her away. Pleading eyes would stare up at him as he stood over her. A large SMILE on his face as he caressed her face to coax her tosleep. Trapped within his arms did she finally fall and frail body go limp.

Now lost in dreams he held complete control over.

Strapped down and left upon a cold table did she squirm in her bed crossand struggle. Vivid, every ounce of touch and movement felt TRUE andstrangled her as the demon in white appeared. He held a blade withinhis grasp, twirled it to tease her before fingers would silence her pleasby covering her mouth.

He cooed at her;

"No one can have your heart but me, little dove.”

His body would envelope hers in feign warmth as he steadied himself above her and held the blade close to her chest.

His. His. His. HIS. H I S.

She would scream in her dream as he carved her heart out- Oh how shewanted to DIE at that very moment, such a pain was drowning her and shewould sob and plead for him to cease as the blade dug deeper and harder to pull out her beating heart.

Ah, beating heart, In her dreams did she down, he the river that broughther down into the depth as he TORE OUT HER BEATING HEART.

And his T E E T H would T E A R and devour it right before her eyes asshe coughed and wheezed underneath him. The blade plunging into hercore to silence her cries as he loomed over her and pressed his soakedlips upon her own. Now her heart was one was him and she could notdo a damn thing about it. She had lost to him, even if this was a DREAM.

"Wake up and scream for me~."

HIS ANGEL WOULD SCREAM AS HER GOD WOULD FORSAKENHER TIME AND TIME AGAIN.he was her damnation, after all.

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

H I S.

Her stomach turns and she attempts to swallow her pride by remaining silent as he pulls her closer and drowns her with his words and actions. Eyes would close tightly at words replayed and she clings to him as a weak attempt to nod was given.

“…Only yours. I am yours, Szayelaporro-sama.”

How far had she fallen into the depths of M A D N E S S?

[narcisista--canibal]

"Good that you remember, my dear."

He laughed and stroked her cheek gently, kissing it with soft lips.

"Now go, leave me. I have work to do, and you have those arrancar to care for, my fracciones. Go."

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

"Alive? I have never felt such a thing. I always have felt  dead.”

Ah, but he offered a chance to be alive and she was desperate to feel such a thing. His hands and lips on her made her tremble as her neck was still sensative before looking at him.

"… What am I then?"

[narcisista--canibal]

"What are you, little dove? Why, you are mine. You need not be shinigami, or arrancar, or visored, or anything of the sort, you must simply be mine."

His fingers wove into her hair and he roughly turned her head. He chuckled a bit and leaned closer, pressing his lips to hers.

"You are mine alone, and that is what you are completely."

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

"… Thank you."

She wished she wasn’t right for once or caught in this hold so unknown. Such warmth was something she did not know of and it made her shiver in his grasp at his touch. Her hands hanging onto him tighter.

"Black never suited me… Correct?  I never cared for how I looked.”

[narcisista--canibal]

"Oh yes, absolutely. The black just made you look far too pale, white is the only color that makes you look beautifully alive."

He cooed and kissed her cheek, gloved fingers tracing their way down her jaw and across her neck.

"Black is the color of death after all-- suitable for a shinigami, yes, but a shinigami you are no longer."

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

It was not as if she could stop him. Her body remains still despite him having yet to do anything painful to her, a light gasp leaves her at feeling his teeth on her skin and hands cling to his shoulder as his words drive down deep into her skull.

Only he cares.

"… You do. You care." Like his broken toy does she repeat his words and eyes closed as she shifts gently in his lap.

[narcisista--canibal]

"That is exactly right, little dove, exactly right."

He smiled and chuckled, rewarding the words with another nip to her neck.

"How lovely you look, out of those awful shinigami clothes. You look so much better in white, don't you, dear?"

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

"No, it isn’t,"

His hands on her always tended to make her tense at the mere movement. Having been brought closer made her tense before hissing softly. He was demanding today- and would not cease until he got what he wanted. Another shiver ran down her spine before she moved forward and her lips finally pressed against his. A few seconds longer, just to give him satisfaction before pulling back.

[narcisista--canibal]

"That wasn't so hard, was it, little dove?" He purred, still pulling her closer. Hands shifted, grabbing her hips and pulling her to sit on his lap.

"Stay here with me," He said, leaning closer to nip at her neck, still bruised from when he'd taken her back with him.

"Remember who cares for you, little dove."

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

"… You’re disgusting.”

Ah, but perhaps given what he desire would he leave? She kept her hands to her own sides as she brought her head forward, the urge to pull away would be shoved down as her lips pressed quickly against the corner of his mouth.

"Are you happy now?"

[narcisista--canibal]

"Now, now that's not a proper kiss, is it, little dove?"

He chuckled and grabbed her arms, pulling her closer.

"Give me a proper kiss."

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

"… I should do such a thing  why?”

[narcisista--canibal]

"Because I said so. Now kiss me."

[loyaltyisblind-deactivated20150]

narcisista—canibal

well if she doesn’t want blown kisses then how about actual kisses here come the lips

At him nearing would her head turn away, arching an eyebrow at him.

"… I think not."

[narcisista--canibal]

"Come now, give me a kiss."

[capalxii-deactivated20160701]

i ship the thing but i fully acknowledge that the thing is an unhealthy train wreck

[kyokinokeshinmoved-deactivated2]

A choir ripped from beneath the ground, it was Hell’s opera here

to make music and love the screams that poured from the male long past his due date. This was was a child in the form of a man, sniveling and whining of his children yet forgetting their names. The Devil never forgets his sinners.

The steps make a bass for the choir to ding to as he approaches the blood covered man, fingers akin to spider legs would slid down the blood soaked cheek fingers parted the eye lids apart.

"Such pretty eyes for such a  boring man. Shall I pluck them  away?”

The man shakes his head as he chokes on the blood filling his lungs and he feels a need to rip his throat out then and there before fingers simply moved and his screams could reach the Heavens! Tissue was pulled as the bull of liquid was held between the Devil’s digits and pulled out ever so slowly before a SNAP!

Pop! Rip!  T E A R O U T.

[narcisista--canibal]

Gloved fingers reached deeper, dug upwards, tore away flesh and skin and sinew to reveal bone and pulsing organs.

Ah, how beautiful it all was, drenched in red and throbbing. The lungs expanding and contracting, the heart fluttering as it struggled to keep the man alive.

It was a gorgeous sight, one lovely enough to make him moan aloud. His white clothes were stained red as it oozed from the dying man, and his fingers grabbed and pushed through the soft flesh of his lungs. Poking holes and tearing them wider, he heard the man's shallow breaths turn to rasping, wheezing things, and saw the heart begin to start beating even more rapidly than it had before.

Glorious, simply glorious.

Lungs torn to shreds by his fingers, they now closed around the heart, free hand breaking and tearing the sternum from him. And there it was before him, red and almost glowing in the low light, the center of this fragile life

He resisted the urge to bite it, at least straight away, opting to watch it instead, see its beats, count the moments between movements.

And then teeth clamped down, sawing the organ in two, and the man was dead.

He could feel the blood squelching between his fingers, oozing from his mouth, out from behind his teeth. Splendid. Thrilling.

He needed more.

"Where is the next?"