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Guess... I should do this-- Answers to questions you may possess, send 'em in and I'll answer to the best of my ability. I'll post something-- audio probably -- and then go about shutting this down. Anyhow. That aside, outtie for now.
Blog will soon be deactivated due to simply lack of muse and drive to complete any sort of activity upon this muse itself. However, this does not mean I am escaping into infinite disappearance, truthfully, I do have other blogs but none too great. Oh, and, Chuck Hansen muse is flaring itself with insane confidence. So, yeah. Might try to find a Pacific Rim related group to move onward towards-- Aside from that, I guess this is a letter of resignation. I'll be lurking for an hour or so to sort any loose ends. Thank you for the fun and overall great interactions.
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Reap The Weak | Closed | amberandice
She ached.
The only thing she could hear was words that she personally conjured in her mind. Sung-sun (or the figmentation she created of her sister) was telling her how stupid that was, Mila agreeing. A fight would break out between the lioness and the doe, and the snake would commentate on how they were both barbarians. Oh how she craved for such interactions with her sisters.
Amber and ice hues opened, gazing at the ebony drapes that hung above, littered with clouds and an elderly moon. Though her eyes were completely open, irises narrowed down to nothing, she still felt as if she was still trapped in her own mind.
Optics began their search for the two figures she imagined in her mind — for personal comfort. Though she searched and searched, she could barely feel their reiastu, which sent a shock through her. Where they dead? No, she could still feel their presence prickling at her skin. They were alive.
Where are they?
Hopefully safe.
Did they leav—
"Surely, you aren’t dead, Emilou Apacci.~”
What the fuck—?
Thoughts were interrupted by the voice of another. Was his tone suppose to be reassuring? Honey and feathers? The darkness, to be honest, was more welcoming. The doe wanted to speak, to cuss, to yell, to scream and shout but she did none. She remained perfectly still, the pain so overbearing and powerful it rendered her completely numb.
“Are they safe?"
Her childish antics and perseverance on keeping her sisters safe and to discourage slander to Harribel, would surely kill her one day. It nearly did, and though she was impaled through the chest she still remained thoughtful on Mila and Sung-Sun’s presence.
“Yo—" It took her awhile before she could talk once more, breathing was a labourous task, let alone speaking. "—Are they safe?”
A man's voice was always so deep and irritating, it lacked any sort of flavor or tipping of overly delectable tones throughout evolution. Yet, a woman's voice remained lustful and clear, a piercing lance forbidden to all as it could silence an entire room. The croaking voice that spread throughout such solemn sands was neither of these, merely a tone that cluttered any sort of enjoyment from this experience. She was living, at least, that came with a price of not being able to gain further knowledge but guaranteed some sort of debt. Szayelaporro took his time in plotting out his answer, replying simply with, "Don't speak, it'll further tear your vocal chords, Apacci~."
His hands graced her form as with his nonchalant motions, one might see it as advantages but it was a perfectionist working his trade. Each inch of her body radiated enough heat to provide him with the knowledge of worthy body temperature, however, as for her internal affairs he could not provide a truly proper answer for that. Instead, he humbled her with the factual thoughts on surviving for perhaps another hour without aid and dying out in the sands alone-- As she perhaps grieved and lost sanity, how enticing. Was it the scientist within him or the monster will remain a mystery as his figure elevated.
" They are gone, yet without trail, they must have attempted to find you and when attacked by your assailant attempted to escape-- Oh, perhaps that's why they showed themselves at my laboratory?~" How demeaning, to believe he could fool the one in most need of comfort and aid to believe there were bodies of her comrade upon his sanctuary. Then again, when a hunter produces a fake call for a species and the said being follows there is but one notion-- And that is mistakes are never warranted as unreal.
" I leave for a mere week and return to find all in disarray, what a disappointment-- Not as if surprising, that is.~"
by Белозёров Андрей
SANA YAPMAK İSTEDİĞİM TAM OLARAK BU…
My Social Life In One Gif.
♡,☄
♡ - Sex headcanon; Szayelaporro, despite all flamboyance and rather lewd mental state, is not one for sexual relationships nor any in general. If anything, he would sleep with a being and sooner let murder them afterwards than carry onward. Generally speaking, he would simply claim it as research for personal matters, albeit, he would certainly use all the tools he has for simple selfish glee.
☄ - Food headcanon; He ate his servants, flesh and all. Need one say more?
"You coward."
" Says the one who needed me to create an illusion so you could attack Nelliel with a lack luster ambush.~"
"Why are you wearing that?"
" As if you wear anything that isn't simply ugly, unfashionable cretin.~"
