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[onigamis-a]

       i lied i’m going on @parxsitism

[nellixl]

Did your estigma manifest as a red stripe across your features because youre permanently embarassed about your life decisions ?

        ❝ you really shouldn’t project your issues onto me. ❞

[nellixl]

B///

[nellixl]

         i forget how beautiful nel is. 

[nellixl]

warpathpanther:

          She may hit hard, but he didn’t show any signs of giving up when she ended the spar after the first cut. As much as his pride stung, he’d take a dozen more cuts before breaking a sweat. “Hah! You think you could fatally injure me now, Nelliel?” He sneers, eyes narrowed to a scathing glare. “I don’t care about the number on your back, I’ll fight you just for the fight. Don’t underestimate me.”

          Pantera is still gripped in his fist, but he doesn’t swing at the Tercera again. His expression deadpans at her explanation. Grimmjow didn’t usually give these concepts much thought, let alone his attention; too annoyed and impatient to bother. What could possibly be so fascinating? Clicking his tongue, his upper lip curls with slight disdain. 

          “Whatever. That’s a shit excuse.”

      she would give him the benefit of the doubt and hope that he wasn’t being      serious-- anyone could deliver a mortal wound. rank was the last thing on        her mind, but since he so happened to point it out, she fought the urge to      let her reiatsu rain down like a stampede of steadfast hooves. 

              ❝ i do not underestimate you in the slightest, but it’ll take more than angry bait                            phrases to make me draw gamuza again.  ❞

         yet, out of habit, her palm came to rest on the hilt of her sword like it          always did. though, considering the situation-- it was almost as if she            were teasing him with notion that she might entertain him once more.           if he continued to push her, things would not go as smoothly the second           time around. she did not need a blade to make him back down. 

                   ❝ perhaps if you approached me differently, i’d consider sparing more often,                               grimmjow.  ❞

[nellixl]

despairforme:

     Why the fuck did he always have to go with this bitch on missions? Why did he even have to go on missions in the first place? It was fucking stupid, and annoying to no end. Maybe that was the reason why he always went on a rampage, slaying everything in sight. Yeah, maybe that was the reason, or perhaps he just wanted to prove himself to the one person who didn’t recognize him as a warrior. That one person who kept stepping on his pride. The only thing Nnoitra cared about was his strength. It was the only small thing that kept his head above water, while all the despair of the world tried to drown him. Yeah, he wanted to die - and hearing that he was weak didn’t exactly help.

     He didn’t turn towards her when she spoke. He just kept his gaze on the bloody blade in his hand. It was easy to hear what kind of expression she was making from her tone - it was the sort of expression she only showed him. Because she only looked down on him. Ah, it made Nnoitra’s blood boil, and the grip on Santa Teresa tightened, his already pale knuckles turning white.

     “Satisfied? Why ‘da fuck would I be satisfied?”

      his answer was not surprising in the least, but still, after all this time, she      was compelled to ask-- to prod. 

              ❝ your slaughter is relentless-- repetitive.  ❞

       her gaze was unwavering and cold. times like this often left her that way. he       left her that way... for reasons unknown. ( she would not dare search her        mind to find out. ) nelliel read him like an open book, but that was easy       considering his emotions flared vividly for all to see. the ram knew she        had struck a nerve and still she would go back to pluck at the chords of       his rage. 

                    ❝ dull....  ❞

            perhaps she was sadistic with him, but at the same time-- she was so            sympathetic, so watchful of him. whatever cloud obscured his vision, she             wished he could move past it. he would never get her approval until then. 

[onigamis-a]

    it’s very likely that i won’t be getting to any of my replies today. i worked today    and i have work and school tomorrow :0 i should have replies out by tuesday   though!!! i’m also always available on skype btw so feel free to ask for it.    today i’m going to spend the rest of my freedom playing life is strange and   maybe draft some replies. idk yet. i hope ya’ll r having a good day and thank    you everyone i owe replies too for ur patience ; u ; 

[nellixl]

          @azur--panthere

      hazel eyes bore into the panther-- she was cautious and kept distance. not       out of fear. she simply lacked the patience to charge head first into battle        like many of the other arrancar. he was in fact dangerous, but she was well       versed in dealing with angry beasts. 

               ❝ ....grimmjow--  ❞

[nellixl]

          @carminecervine

        it had been some time since she had found herself back in the tres tower        and she stumbled in at an opportune time. there was silence, yes, but one         of the bestias was lurking on a level just below her. though the staircase        was available, simply taking a leap and dropping down beside the doe was         just as easy-- and far more entertaining. 

                 ❝ it’s awfully quite today-- oddly enough.  ❞

[nellixl]

          @aquiilarum

      his presence was noted long before she saw him. here, before the meeting      room, she had waited. the tall, porcelain doors opened slowly and there he       stood. once her entry was granted, hazel hues surveyed the room before       daring to meet his gaze. nelliel took slow, purposeful steps towards him. if       she was reading him correctly, he seemed to be in a pleasant mood. 

              ❝ good afternoon, aizen-sama.  ❞

[nellixl]

       click that like button for semi-quality nel. 

[nellixl]

grimmjxw:

          – “ Yeah? “ The simple inquiring word left his mouth in a sardonic tilt, along with a glance over his shoulder. Grimmjow had no rhyme or reason that he was out this far, but never has he even felt like he needed a reason to do such things. He did as he pleased, no matter what the rules were; and if that meant wandering out into the desert alone, then so be it.

          “ Well– “ He turned to face her, almost lethargically slow; his expression uncharacteristically calm for his usual boisterous demeanor. That shortly being said, he strode past her, bumping his good shoulder against her along the way.

          “ –’Better learn to expect the unexpected, then. “

     the disdain in his eyes and the harsh quality of his words had no chance      to sink in-- it was tame in comparison to the quinto. 

         as he made his way past her, the collision did little to move her, but it         did surprise her. there was a second of hesitation before she turned. lithe          fingers like a vice on the same shoulder. her intention was to jerk him back,          to meet his spiteful gaze. 

                 ❝ -- i suppose you’re right, sexta.  ❞

   the last few syllables rolled off her tongue rather condescendingly--   difference in rank was to be implied. since they were giving advice,    nelliel would speak again. 

                                    ❝ however, do be careful.  ❞

[nellixl]

ozeanwxlle:

“Did you manage to slip through our grasp too? The Jagdarmee are really slacking off, it seems…” 

Evelyn kept a safe distance from the Arrancar, though the palm of her hand rested carefully on the hilt of her basket-hilted sword at her side. 

     her stare was hard and focused on the woman who spoke so casually       about their “duty” to wipe her kind out. she would shift-- taking a calm, yet       defensive stance. one could never be too sure of the future here. 

            ❝ how bold of you.  ❞

              nelliel’s eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second before she exhaled                slowly. it was best to keep a level head when confronted by an enemy. 

        ❝ i suppose you’re here to fix that-- unfortunately so.   ❞

[nellixl]

grimmjxw:

         – He didn’t move; like a man in a painting against a stark monochromatic backdrop. He did, however, hear the faint footsteps behind him as they just BARELY graced his hearing. Again, that didn’t cause him to move. Not at all. Instead, he continued to stand there, looking out over the whitewashed wasteland that he, once upon a time, used to call home.

          “ – ‘The hell do you want? “ Grimmjow hollered the question as he continued to face away from her, as an imminent zephyr started to whirl between the two.

     his reaction was to be expected, so nelliel brushed off his abrasiveness.       her eyes would rest on his form before she looked past him-- staring into       the never ending sand. the breeze was dry, yet soft as it ghosted over her      skin. 

             ❝ nothing in particular...  ❞

        it was absentminded wandering that lead her here. her beloved fraccion          had been off doing god knows what, so she had decided on clearing her           mind while they wandered as well.  

                      ❝ i wasn’t exactly expecting to run into anyone, actually.  ❞

[nellixl]

dissimulantis:

                 They were strong, it was true, but considering numbers and their ( yes, she was willing to admit being blinded by emotions ) lack of knowledge of the range of the enemy’s strengths and abilities, there was absolutely no chance of victory. 

                                         They had been stomped. 

                 But the serpent did not regretted it. Their queen, reason of their existence and messiah was trapped in the filth claws of fake archangels. There was nothing left for them but to fight to free Halibel, or die trying, as the three of them had sworn. But the later of it had been taken away from her by the former Tres, who, somehow, got her away from the Quincy.

                 ❝ Certainly better than my mind. Any signs of them?❞

      externally, the ram looked pristine ( save for the few drops of enemy blood. )      yet, on the inside, there were feelings and thoughts that were slowly chewing       away at her. there was worry and nelliel could only do so much to assure      herself that things would eventually begin to look up, but their numbers were       dwindling. 

          ❝ none at all, but you know as well as i, it will not remain that way.  ❞

       hazel eyes would scan the surrounding area before landing on the smaller       arrancar. the wound she possessed could be dealt with as long as she was        allowed time to heal-- which was precisely why nelliel would do her best to       keep her out of any sort of long lasting combat. 

[nellixl]

          @despairforme

     their assignment was short and sweet, but oh how quickly it turned into a      babysitting task-- he was prone to slaughter anything that moved out in the       vast desert, but nelliel had been quick to remind them of their purpose.        it was here that they would search for others to bring back-- others to place        in the ranks and build their steadily growing numbers. he cut down potential       with such blind haste that she had given up on scolding him at this point.

          when the ecstasy of blood and injury faded, she would stare at him with          nothing but disdain in her eyes. an expression the knight almost never           wore. 

                     ❝ are you satisfied, nnoitra?  ❞

[nellixl]

v-erruga:

                             ❛ nelliel-sama—–❜

            singular optic gazes towards the espada,  indignant his             next words were; rather awkward having to apologize on ones          behalf when such feeling was not sincere.

                                                     ❛ I apologize for the damage                                                                           nnoitra-sama has made .. ❜

    nelliel’s attention would shift from the broken wall of her tower to the loyal     fraccion standing a few feet away. she would turn to face him before waving      her hand in dismissal of his words. 

               ❝ there is no need to be false with me, but the sentiment is noted.  ❞