#forgottendeceit

[thedemonespada]

[Shatter the Trust] "I secretly fed your pillow to Nnoitra and used your toothbrush to brush Grimmjow's hair. Sorry!" The blonde said offering a weak apology afterwards.

         ––––––– ☾ An emerald gaze stared the other down. These bits of news had         not been as earth shattering as onewould expect, but Ulquiorra did find them         to be quite bothersome.

                     “Is that so, or is itthat you are attempting a try to be humorous?”                                   “I do find it difficult to believe Grimmjow would allow such a happening.”

[the-lewdest-concubine]

Muhahahah... I've come to return the favor!~ Video games: M A S T E R!~ (because that is my real name ^.^ Honest to goodness.. I am just never called by it!~)

M:Favorite Game of last year?AnsweredA:Favorite Game of all time?AnsweredS:Most overrated game?AnsweredT:Best game memory?Playing Eternal Darkness with my college roommates and being scared out of our minds and clinging to each other while we did a Xel'lotath playthrough.E:Favorite Sequel?AnsweredR:Most underrated game?Xenosaga series

[the-lewdest-concubine]

Mala Suerte || Kisuke & Szayel

forgottendeceit...look what I finally got done

Szayel led the fellow scientist with the shady hat into his lab.  It was a gesture of goodwill on his part, a extended offer of friendship to the man who had once been a captain of soul society.  Szayel would show Kisuke his labs, and Kisuke would share things with him in return.  While the prospect of new technologies made Szayel salivate...bringing someone into his lab, his home, made him feel a tad...would he call this feeling shy?

He was the best scientist in Hueco Mundo, certainly the sexiest, and he really wanted to pull out the ol' razzle dazzle, with all of his heart.  But Szayel's luck was absolutely horrible, it seemed.  When he had left to greet Kisuke, his latest creation of fraccion had gotten loose and went berzerk, demolishing several months worth of experimental data collection in the surrounding room.  And then when he'd gone to eat the offending hollow to at least rid himself of the goddamn papercut he had sliced into his thumb in gathering back up his paperwork, it had made him horribly ill, and he had to excuse himself while he puked his guts out into one of the auxiliary sinks.  At least he had a toothbrush in the cabinet so he could clean up afterwards without any delay.

"I'm sorry, this has been a rather unfortunate day for me," he said as he rejoined his guest's side.  "I'm sure you'd like to see some of the storerooms.  I'm sure you know of the work I pioneered in necromancy...that somebody stole when he went through my lab after he killed me.  My preliminary research is over here."

He opened a door.  "I did my preliminary work on very tiny hollows, just to eliminate confounds in my experiments, not even low level arrancars."

He gestured for Kisuke to walk through, and turned on the light.  The door closed behind them, but that didn't bother Szayel.  He had the key in his pocket.

After he pointed out the work with the long dead hollows that were now preserved in aldehydes and displayed in their little jars, he tried the door to leave.   Right...the key.  Szayel fished in his pocket for the master key to his lab...but all he found was a hole.  A big fat hole that now had his pocket completely empty.

Fuck.

He checked the cracks around the door, but he had built this room so that if anything had decided to try to escape...it would stay in the room until Szayel felt like dealing with it.  He turned to face Kisuke and smiled sheepishly.

"It would appear that we're locked in.  I'm sure someone will come looking for me eventually, at the very least my brother will probably come by in a few hours.  I suppose this is a unique chance for us to get to know each other, is it not?"

Szayel tried to project an unflappable aura, and he thought he was succeeding.

"I suppose it could be worse, couldn't it?" he said cheerfully.

As if on cue, the lone bulb above their heads burnt out.  Yes, the universe apparently really didn't like Szayel today.

[reiatsucookbook-blog]

[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.

[Text]: My my, I never thought you would be scared of spiders! Did you not used to be in charge of the Maggot’s Nest? Surely spiders were there--

[Text]: How are you texting anyway? Also-- what’s a garage?

[the-lewdest-concubine]

✦

Well, I'd certainly take you on.

[the-lewdest-concubine]

ʘ‿ʘ

[[Szayel is quite curious what he looks like without the clothes hat.  He certainly returns the attraction.]]

[just-akon]

Didn't you know that chemists do it periodically on the table?

He blinked in confusion. "Well that's a damn sure way to die in the lab one day. That's not proper lab procedure at all and thus their demise is justified...Unless you mean tables elsewhere as in a personal residence? In which case that is only slightly foolish. The people involved would need to assess the condition of the table to see if it was sturdy enough, as well as clear it of all potentially harmful objects, and the area around said table just in case, and probably put some sort of covering over it in case of wood or plastic splinters...unless it is glass in which case, again, they deserve dying that way...Well this only proves that chemists are an odd patient sort. Most would have lost interest by the time such precautions were taken. Thank you for this new development, I shall have to consider it further."