#jaegerbombed

[martinmokitlesblog]

Off the shelf 🦉

[chamoize]

@jaegerbombed​

         “Just so you know...” 

          The tension surges and whips the wind about them the second their eyes lock. Every bit of what would occur next is fully intended to be a ‘game’, but with the both of them giving it their all, there’s no telling what will unfold. The corner of her lips manage to tug in the slightest, juxtaposed to the stern and foreboding tone in which she declares: “I’m not going to lose to you. Not now— ” She draws her zanpakuto as she states this. It’s for good measure. After all, Nelliel wouldn’t belittle him as much as to underestimate his abilities; she’s certain she’ll need her weapon eventually. “—or ever.”

          It’s unusual that she agrees in any circumstance to fight for sport. And even more so that she allows her reiatsu and a wildly subtle bloodlust to flare the way they do now. It’s for those reasons, likely, that she doesn’t know restraint until it’s time to refrain from delivering the killing blow. She can sheathe her sword and pull her punches, but the purpose behind her strikes would ceaselessly compensate for even the hardest limiters on her power. Intent and soul fuel every move she makes, or she doesn’t make it. So for this once, he strikes lucky. It truly is Nelliel in one of her rawest forms; for which she hopes Grimmjow can decipher and appreciate how serious this is for her.

         She holds the edge of her blade up in his direction, goading him for what will probably be the last time before this ends. In fact, there’s a fair chance she won’t be saying much of anything for awhile. 

         “But you’ll only discover that if you catch me.” 

[isolaradiale]

So if you’re living in the outer branches like the Mistwood, do you just get yeeted into city limits for the duration of the event?

You, good sir, have been yeeted.

yote?

– mod altair.

[gancheann]

@jaegerbombed​ said: i’m going to go ahead and cut you off right there, because i don’t give a shit. & i was born in the darkness

—- BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

“That’s- I mean... Well... R-rude...”

“N-no! Impossible! I was born in the darkness! Me! I will not be denied my basic right in this or any mortal realm! I-I am the death knight! The grim reaper! I am the one who severs the coil! Who gallops betwixt the twilight throes of life! R-respect me..!” 

[haemoneiron]

Thriller Night

@jaegerbombed​

Come to the club, he had insisted. It’ll be a fun place even for you, he had joked. Meet some more of your buyers, he had suggested. Well, despite a club in general not really being her scene, Victor had seemed so enthusiastic about the whole thing that she’d had no desire to say no. A couple of precautions would have to be taken, but sure. 

So here she was. He said dress nice so she’d gone the whole nine victorian space vampire yards and absolutely didn’t fit in at all. Complete with a pair of silver ornaments on the side of her head that both served the muffle the incredible volume as well as reign in her own mind somewhat. 

She had left the VIP area to watch him give his rousing speech, that seemed only polite. But afterwards she had been given pause on her return, despite the assault on her nose this place was with all its packed bodies and perfumes, something had stood out. Someone.

And there he was, the blue haired warrior she’d made that terrible mess with. Decently dressed this time. Well, she didn’t have to wonder about whether she’d been noticed, because he was looking right at her. She weighed up her options, then decided to approach. He seemed... Taller. 

“I have no intention of causing a scene here.”

[limonadaquimica-a]

〔 isola event :: proxy 〕- @jaegerbombed​​

      The day’s events had been off, just off enough to raise concern in the young chemist’s mind, but not yet enough that she could come to any solid theory. It was in this deep state of thought that she traveled through town, her platforms stepping confident, though her mind wondered as dark green eyes and recently manicured fingers scanned through cell phone contacts, yet both body and mind froze at what Honey Lemon had originally assumed to be a pile of bone, but past the small shock, past the initial fear shed found something morbid, she came to see it more clearly. Both unusual and familiar, and - as if by pulley system - her cell phone lifted and the shutter clicked once.

      ❝ Heeeey, big guy~ ❞ Her other hand waved, uncertain of her actions, but if she chose to run now, there would be no where she could get to that a big cat - possibly supernatural? ( how cool! ) - could reach her. Still, maybe it was friendly? ❝ Are you hungry, maybe~? Do you eat? I thiiiink I have a sandwich, or something, here somewhere.... ❞

[splittwice]

@jaegerbombed​

“Now I could be wrong, and I don’t like to assume two people are the same so I won’t, but you don’t happen to have a brother or family member that’s just like you eh? Here, i can describe him for you; about this tall, has horn bones kind of like your jaw, as the most dreamy green eyes but so pale as if he hadn’t seen the sun in one... maybe two hundred years or some shit. Oh! The reason why I ask is because he had that same hole that you have. Just a little lower. I must say that’ll attract the wrong attention if eyes start wondering that low.” there was no way that Twice would think he was in any sort of danger, giving a list about the last guy he happen to see that seem similar to this guy. At least he seem physically stronger then the other, but there is no way to just judge by appearances alone. But that’s why he had to at least be physically strong to hold out on his own if he must.

“The reason why i brought it up is to see if I can fit my whole hand through you! The other guy was stingy about it. Yet you might be just as stingy because it’s close to your... ummm... your boy parts.” That’s a valid and acceptable reason to say no. “SO. If I can’t do that, why not tell me about that jaw piece of yours. it’s really cool!”

[valiantcharge]

@jaegerbombed​

Every person who walked into the bar tonight would meet the hungry stare of a cannibal. An animal. A man. Sipping whiskey at the booth, bottle left to him out of disdain. Slow, heavy music would hang just barely among anxious heart beats. His reputation would crawl into whispering mouths between them.

Night was a time where one would stew in their thoughts, in their feelings.Where hounds and felines found themselves bickering over the city alleyways. Looking for blow off steam where crowds were no longer found to hinder them. The one who came in the door, he could smell before he entered.

Azrael stares, gaze clinging to the face of the scent. The aroma of whiskey and the unfamiliar face played well together. He made a good choice, tonight. He easily leans over the bar counter, grabbing another glass, setting it in front of the chair next to him.

“Want it on the rocks, or do you like it neat?”