#danileisnotreal

[waspandr]

@danileisnotreal​ asked:

Bumblebee tuna? - directed towards Soifon

“...What?” 

[txchikaze]

Smash or Pass - Harribel

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty. 

--- “Who?” Can’t answer this for people he doesn’t know { or can’t remember }. Which, frankly, he is fine with. This is a stupid game. 

[lesbian-toddhoward]

Sup b r a h

nothin much, been playing overwatch with some friends lately

[hiyorisarugaki]

"For you and your little white-haired boyfriend. Happy birthday." She hands over a box with a hollow-esque boney micro-bikini inside. A very present "hint" of knowing-exactly-what-she-did is noticable in her voice. - @sexy-shark

“HE AIN’T MY FUCKIN’ BOYFRIEND!! AND I AIN’T WEARING YER SHITTY ‘SPADA UNIFORM! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?? HOLLOW DENTAL FLOSS?! THIS AIN’T ENOUGH ‘TA COVER EVEN ONE FUCKIN’ TIT!”

[despairforme]

What do you think of all the sexual tension between Grimmjow and Ichigo?

     ❝ ‘Da FUCK kinda ‘ sexual tension ‘ ya talkin’ ‘bout? Ya really think Grimmjow - ‘da best lookin’ Arrancar - would ever wanna fuck a ‘lil ginger Shinigami kid? C’mon. ❞ This didn’t surprise him as much as it should. After all - people were fucking stupid. He had had people ask him if he was attracted to Nelliel, and some had said that there was ‘ sexual tension ‘ between them. Of course that couldn’t be further from the truth. Nnoitra would literally rather chop his dick off than put it in Nelliel’s nasty pussy. He didn’t think Grimmjow’s feelings towards that Kurosaki kid were that strong. He didn’t think he hated him like Nnoitra hated Nelliel, but he DID know that Grimmjow couldn’t stand him. Nnoitra wouldn’t be surprised if Grimmjow ended up feeling sexually attracted to someone other than him. Grimmjow didn’t get to live out his dominant side with Nnoitra, so that was only ‘ fair ‘, or whatever. Of course, Nnoitra would KILL anyone who Grimmjow felt attracted to, but that was a different matter. Nnoitra didn’t think that Kurosaki kid was good enough to tempt Grimmjow. While he might look alright for a Shinigami, he was still just a kid. Nnoitra couldn’t help but think Grimmjow would want to stick his dick in someone with more experience. Mah, in the end, Nnoitra didn’t know much about Grimmjow’s preferences ( his taste had to be pretty fucked up if he would want to be with him ). There was NOTHING similar between him and Kurosaki, so didn’t that mean he didn’t fit Grimmjow’s tastes? Nnoitra was sure that the ‘ tension ‘ between those two was only because Grimmjow wanted to kill the Shinigami. Which he should! Nnoitra was all for it. After all, that fucking asshole was the one who had scarred Grimmjow’s chest. If it hadn’t been for the fact that he wanted Grimmjow to fight his own battles, Nnoitra sure as shit would’ve killed that ginger asshole for what he had done to Grimmjow. It would be better if Grimmjow got to kill him himself. Nnoitra could watch instead. Grimmjow always looked SO hot when he killed his enemies. 

[thistleblades]

"Can't sleep?" - Kurotsuchi (@sociopath-scientist)

“Sir, I...” 

Rin gently pulled on his topknot, fixing his captain with a concerned and tired gaze. He hoped that this wouldn’t land him in some kind of trouble. But also didn’t have high hopes that it wouldn’t

“I know that I’m here after hours. I’m sorry. It’s just... This project that I’m working on. I know that I’m close. I can feel it. It’s gotta be some kind of tiny adjustment somewhere to get it running how it should. It’s hard for less skilled shinigami to conceal their reiatsu naturally. With this they could...” 

He waved his hand, trailing off and shaking his head. 

[sprengfrau]

*stares* - Tier Harribel ( @sexy-shark )

“You got a problem?”

[notasliceoflife]

🔮 - for Ulquiorra

Send in a “🔮” for your muse to peer into my muse’s dreamscape         

It had always started out the same. Everything was black, from as far as his eyes could see there was nothing but him. Or at least it had seemed. Ulquiorra had sensed the presence of others, in the darkness that surrounded him. Though he had still felt a loneliness. Despite these presences they did not come with a friendly intent toward him. Always he would find himself running away. The darkness would stretch on and on. He could not scream, or hear, or taste. All he could see before him was darkness. Then, each time he would collapse. For a long time he would just lay in the darkness, letting it consume him. That was until he heard a voice. This voice had come with a presence that was not like the others he had sense before. The world had filled with a color then. Bright colors, they were beautiful, he supposed. But what was the point in such things. Again he would hear that same voice calling out toward him. Turning his head he would see for the first time, the color …brown. A strange figure standing only feet from him.

This man had talked about joining him. A odd need had hit him in his dream. The presence of the first time he had felt anything but loneliness, a need to follow this strange creature. Strange to him anyway. He would later learn that he and his companion were Shinigami. The brown one went by the name Sosuke Aizen. The other man went by the name Gin Ichimaru. These two were always the first he would see that had ‘needed’ him. From that moment on the world would seem less dark to him. Filled with many more colors and others like himself. They did not understand him. Always these others would tease him when they thought he was not looking or figured he hadn’t been too smart. Just another of Aizen’s lackey’s. He was number four. Which, they would often point out, was not number three, or two, and sure as hell not number one. He did not care about a number of course. He accepted it, number four was not proof of his lack of ability. Teal, he had disliked teal. One particularly loud member, Six, had made it a color he tended to want to ignore.

Eventually, as if the world had been fast forwarding Ulquiorra would dream of the Human World. It was filled with many other colors he had never seen before. The color Orange had stuck out most to him. Because it had been attached to the girl he would learn about bonds from. About the heart… He was always still learning. Wasn’t he, what the importance of a heart had been. Ulquiorra had often lingered in the part of his dream that involved this girl. Playing the many scenarios he had wished to have taken with her “ And today. You will teach me how to make those cakes, will you?” He would ask her. The next dream he would say “ Today, you will tell me about the books from your world. What is manga?” He had so many questions left to ask her. But she was always so…so, was she really that scared of him? Was she. Each time he would die, reaching out for her. The questions he had still had left to ask her still battering around in his mind. Though as he reached out and her hand missed his as it had crumbled to ash, he felt pain.

In his dream it would go on, to the human world. He was human, just like her, just like Ichigo. He dreamed that they were his friends. Perhaps it was only just wishful thinking though. Because even as he tried to pretend, to live like a human would in his new human life. He was always chasing after the two of them.  The human him always shouting “Don’t leave me! Please!” Something beat in his chest, as panic began to rise. They were always leaving him. Everyone was always leaving him. He would always be alone, wouldn’t he? Always chasing after things he could never touch. Orihime, Ichigo, Aizen…they were always just out of reach. His dreams were always this same dream. Wanting something he would never have. Wanting had always seemed pointless. Until he had found something to want, and then…it hurt too much. Again he was surrounded in the darkness, the emptiness. He was alone once more, till he felt the presence of others around him. They were not friendly. So he turned and ran away, till he would meet Aizen and the the world filled with color once more. His dreams were always the same. A never ending cycle of running, searching, for the impossible. He supposed that that’s all dreams were, at least his dream anyway. Impossibly pointless things that filled his head with silly notions like The Woman had.