#inkbind

[nulltune]

&&. @inkbind (TUNGLR WONT LET ME @ U BUT IM BARKING AT U FOR MORE ENKIDU CONTENT BARK BARK BA) cont.

d-don't look at her like that ! ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ ‎ ‎i... ‎it's not— ‎ i don't mean it in a literal sense. ‎ it's, ‎ah, ‎an exaggeration as a means of endearment...? ‎ ‎” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ she was trying out some slang she picked up, ‎really.

[oschvank]

viona has one objective in sight, and that's to pull nelliel into a bone-crushing hug. ( oh, gosh, she's crying... )

unprompted ask / @inkbind​

Nelliel Tu Oderschvank re-enters Las Noches the same way her body was thrown off the ledge: chipped, and a bit broken. 

Her entrance is not grand or alarming. Rather, steps are discreet and gaze, dour in search of a particular person... in search of Lord Aizen. While she understands the significance of her absence, Nelliel must also make her return known, no matter the outcome, no matter his opinion. That is her duty as the espada in his army.

That was the plan, for him to be the first to know. But it seems there was another who wished to claim that title, another far more eager, far more deserving. The approaching figure up ahead is familiar and significant to her memories, but she cannot recall. Ever since her descent into the dunes of Hueco Mundo, her mind has been like this; muddled and fogged to certain memories. But Nelliel knows this person, knows the cadences of their steps, their familiar reiatsu, the shadow that always lingered a few steps behind hers along with Pesche and Dondochakka. There were always three shadows behind her (though some may argue a sinister four lurked behind) and it’s concerning to think she’d ever forget such a companion, such a joy. 

Viona van der Hiede does not give Nelliel the chance to think further before she envelopes her in a tight, tight hug. The embrace renders her anatomy to freeze, the sudden contact jarring, but Nelliel pushes down those feeling in favor of acknowledging her third and final fracción member. “Viona,” she says, and the name rolls off her tongue like home. Nelliel says her name and then understands what her presence means.

Of the things that have changed, of Pesche and Dondochakka’s masks being torn off, of Nelliel’s own being chipped off, of her absence and the things needed to get done to get them here, there was at least one thing that remained unchanging and untouched. Protected. In Viona, remained a bit of normalcy she wished to preserve. And so, while Viona cries on her shoulders, fingers desperately clinging onto her frame, Nelliel finally gives in and returns the embrace wholly, welcomely. At least, at least one came out physically unscathed. That was all she asked for.

“No need to weep, for we are still here and so are you.” 

[sylvctica]

📜 for birb... of course...

incorrect quote generator / accepting

Sylvie: Hey Cloud Retainer can I get a sip of your water?

Cloud Retainer: It's not water.

Sylvie: Vodka, I like your style!

Cloud Retainer: It's vinegar.

Sylvie: Wh-Wha-

Cloud Retainer: It's vinegar, COWARD.

[othermade]

Unprompted, always accepting.  

@inkbind​​ asked:

naomi. yuito was showing me a television show, and the main character — he turned himself into a pickle, naomi. he called himself "pickle rick". it was surprisingly entertaining.

Brows   rose   to   her   hairline   while   her   head   canted   to   the   side   curiously.         Kasane   never   talked   about   shows   on   tv      ..      yet   this   show,   whatever   it   was   called   ..      obviously   amused   her   quite   a   bit.         

“Pickle   ....   Rick?            W-Why   in   the   world   would   he   turn   himself   into   a   pickle?      I   kinda   want   to   watch   it   now   too      ...            the   next   time   you   two   watch   can   I   join   in?      It   sounds   very   intriguing      ...”

[sylvctica]

@inkbind​ asked :      scoot over, noodleli, birb adeptus is joining in, too. she's managed to make herself into a tinier, albeit quite chubby, version of herself, and decided to tuck herself into their shirt, where it's nice and warm. happy birb noises.

unprompted ask      /      always accepting

     “...” Their shirt may be loose and frilly and have some space for anything else that isn’t their babonkers but ... now they’re sitting with two adepti hogging up that spot. 

     “Please be wary of your tiny claws and the fact that you are both sitting in my shirt.” Fingers proceed to pinch the bridge of their nose, sighing out ... to the random stranger, they wouldn’t be able to guess the two little cuties resting against their boobs were grown ass adeptis.

[sylvctica]

@inkbind​​ asked : sylvie gets a peck for kiss day — literally, cloud retainer has pecked them with her beak. poke poke.

unprompted asks (thought it is kiss day apparently) / always accepting

It was about to be cute ... was, they’re just sitting there with a deadpanned look at their cheek is assaulted by her beak. “Thanks. Your ... smoochies are appreciated.” 

They are but ouchie as well.

[jizzlords]

cue angel dust staring at him like

cue ozzie staring at him like

[sylvctica]

woe !!! cloud retainer be upon ye !!! . . . peckpeckpeckpeck

      The deadpan look they have is drilled into her, fingers twitching with each peck peck peck. "I have half a mind to put rubber bands around your beak and cover it in felt, so you can't talk nor peck."