#arousing-dissonance

[cryinglittlepeople]

arousing-dissonance replied to your photo “Pastel murder bathroom, anyone? please click on the image to see it in...”

Loving the colors hot dang))

thanks!! ♥♥

I actually have another version of it with much warmer colors, and I’m thinking of uploading it to twitter or something.

[landofshame]

arousing-dissonance answered your question “anyone got any nice 3rd div thoughts? headcanons?”

I like to think the upper seats gather weakly for tea and coffee to discuss happenings and gossip

ok so I’m kinda out of it tonight and I misread that as “weakly” instead of “weekly”.

please give them tea, they’re weak. help them.

[drinkofiron-blog]

Rests head on her shoulder, whining softly.

They take her by surprise, and in that one instant of unexpected contact on her body and sound in her ears. Lisa feels a shiver run up and down her back with a hollow echo like the chiming of bells. And for one fleeting moment, her own inner likeness coils up inside her soul. Her white hand gropes in the darkness, hovering between a soft palm and thin fingers to narrow claws. 

Of course Lisa doesn’t have anything to worry about. It was hard (not impossible) to make Nothing break her own aloof character, even with some familial moping. 

Of course Lisa combed her fingers over Principal’s neck, finding a place rife with plumage and stroking them in a manner she hoped was soothing. Honestly, Lisa was not cuddly. She was not warm. Sometimes she wasn’t even nice, so it was a mystery what kept bringing Rose’s hollow to her for companionship. 

She was here. That was something. She was here and a friend. Someone had to take care of them, and a friend was best.

Yellow eyes glint through the dark slot of a face with no features. Just gold and bone and always watching. Lisa’s hand runs circles around Principal’s back narrow back, over the bumps of their spine, and Nothing flits in close enough. Close enough to hear Principal’s sad song, to hear even the blood being pushed through their veins. They are the sound, she is the echo. 

[landofshame]

arousing-dissonance replied to your post:um

I’ll eat them

please

[the-hxnged-man]

Their calls are strange and not of this world, echoing off the walls of the ninth-- it was like listening to the hum of space itself.But the creature that came around the corner, looked human, face smiling but tired looking. But that pale complexion, the inverse clothes, and golden eyes stared on. Head tilted at the lieutenant, and there was another sound, quick and sharp.

Oh shit. Well. “Otoribashi-taicho.” He knows, objectively, that this is not Otoribashi. But he hasn’t been told to use an alternate name, and it’s still reflex to address anyone in a haori (regardless of inverted color) as Captain. “...Can I help you?” The sounds they’re making set his teeth on edge, make him tense up in his seat even as he does his best to hide his nervousness. Kazeshini is, admittedly, contributing to that. Shrieking about how he’s facing a Captain-class hollow and needs to run before they both become dinner. Shuuhei puts down his pen and tries to remember if Kensei is in the barracks, if he will come if he’s called for. If he’s safe despite the very real threat standing right in front of him.