@jaeguara
❝ I can do it. I've dealt with enough of that to be more tolerant. ❞
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@jaeguara
❝ I can do it. I've dealt with enough of that to be more tolerant. ❞
Drops a piece of Hollow meat directly into his open mouth while he's trying to sleep. Eat, Kurosaki.
⎡ @jaeguara ⫿ unscripted ⫿ accepting ⎦
Ichigo rockets into awareness like somebody stuffed his consciousness into a slingshot and pulled it back the maximum distance.
“Ack…!!”
He gags.
The thing in his mouht comes flying back out with an involuntary cough, landing on his pillow in a wet splat.
Blood.
Fur.
Something shiny and stringy he doesn’t want to look at yet can’t take his gaze off.
He pants, and then scrubs frantically at his tongue and the tiny hairs plastered to it with the heel of his hand then his sleeve and blanket when he decides a more thorough job needs to be done.
“What—!?”
He can’t process. Wants with every scrap of his being to believe this is a horrible dream.
“What the actual fuck!?”
His gaze snaps to land on Grimmjow. The Arrancar’s a blurred silhouette in the dark. Two luminescent blue points tracking Ichigo. Like a monster slash lover slash nightmare.
Ichigo just keeps staring.
“You… put a Hollow… in my mouth!? While I was asleep!?” The more he reflects, the more layers of Seriously Fucked Up seem to multiply. And he knows a hell of a lot about things being seriously fucked up.
He grabs the pillow—carcass and all—and hurls it at Grimmjow’s head, stabs a finger at his own mouth.
“What kind of diseased alley cat bullshit is that!?”
@jaeguara replied to your post:
what the fuck is updog
genuinely can't believe it worked.
❝ not much. what the fuck is up with you? ❞
The whole area begins to tremor with his spiritual pressure
" NONE OF THIS NONESENSE."
SHOUT - OUTS ! | accepting | someone mysterious said ... 😍 — who are you admiring from afar?!
Lots more people than you think ; so I'll just list' em out !
@beastm4ker / @takeabbyte / @sajasbaby / @soulsfeasted / @jaeguara / @hearteris / @parasociallly / && @cinghialefedele
Don't get me wrong, I write with most of these people, but there's times I'm just... in awe. I love the them all, so dearly. Some of the most talented, devoted, truly kind and wonderful people out there, and I know some are probably forgotten but there's just too many to name. Everyone I follow, I admire from a distance bc I'm too chickenshit to really do more threads / interactions like I wanna.
❝ i just think ... ❞ the god begins — with all the confidence of someone who knows his opinion isn't wanted, yet still insists on giving it anyway. ❝ i juuust think wearing white has to be so inconvenient. washing out the bloodstains must be such a pain. you do know what laundry is, don't you? abomination? ❞
@jaeguara &&. liked for a STARTER.
@jaeguara whispered: 🧃ll Still accepting
UTTER ASTONISHMENT IS FIRST to greet her as the juice box is extended toward her; Grimmjow is not typically associated with sharing. Gruff vocals are the second thing to greet her, Kisuke's juice boxes are way too sweet, you can have it, and for a moment it’s as though he’s warning her to not get too comfortable with him extending such niceties - as though he himself is still attempting to navigate the concept of doing kind things just because. Whilst Nelliel appreciates the act she thinks better of passing any comment on it.
❝That’s what makes Urahara-san’s juice boxes the best.❞ Comes her response as she accepts the topical juice box. Expression visibly brightens as the saccharine beverage hits her tastebuds, pitch and decibel of her voice reflecting her enthusiasm as she proclaims the drink as delicious and ponders how they contain so much magic in such a tiny package. In that moment, she radiates pure, unrefined happiness: legs kick merrily beneath her as she takes another sip and her smile becomes almost bright enough to compete with the sun. ❝What do you think the secret ingredient is?❞
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Ichigo stares.
It takes a moment for realization finally begins sinking straight into his brain, the college student could not help deadpanned. "Let me get this straight," he begins with a lace of sarcasm dripped into his tone while holding back the snort of laughter threatening to escape while looking at the Arrancar.
"Urahara sent you. Looking like that?" His lips tugged into a smile. "Are you wearing a gigai?"