#loyaltyisblind

[narcisista--canibal]

loyaltyisblind replied to your post:loyaltyisblind replied to your post:sword...

SZAYELAPORRO SAMA NO THE ANON IS TRASH THEY DONT NEED TO BE KILLED

"Ulquiorra-san would be disappointed if I did not dispose of the trash."

[reaper-of-archives-blog]

my szayel url you big nerd spaghetti named loser B\

IF WE'RE MUTUALS, SEND ME A URL AND I'LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING

kyoki-no-kenshin

Reason why you follow them: Because long time ago, there was a blog for Tier Harribel or however people wanna spell her name these days wtf that I noticed and followed. I then realized Jovi was a lame loser and I've regretted it ever since. BI And continue to follow all of Jovi's blogs for some reason.

A thing you like about their character: I don't often see the stuff for her Szayelaporro again, however the fuck people spell it these days, Arrancar are stupid B(, but what I have seen seems spot on for a character like that. Twisted and without remorse, plain and simple.

Do you interact? Why/why not?: Uh... We used to somewhat on her first Harribel blog, but now we just sorta silently watch each other from far. And occasionally remind each other how lame the other is.

RATE

Writing uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Characteruh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKETheme uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE Mun uh / okay / likable / awesome / perfect / GOD LIKE / It's Jovi, ew

We should… Talk OOC / Plot / Roleplay / Become bffs / Make fun of each other more BIPlots I’d be interested in doing:

//Uh... Shit, I can't really think of much of what our Muses could do-- I'm a horrible plot-maker when it comes to crossovers. *sobs weakly in the corner*

[swallowing-snake]

"I can’t believe you talked me in to this."- Junko

"..." Depleted cerulean orbs focused on her own eyes, open for the rare case of what was bubbling up in the pit of his stomach.

It was hard getting adjusted to a life like this, a life where he was no longer in control and didn't have to put up a front. His head was hung rather low at the twist in his stomach that he felt at the fact that he had tried to move his dominant hand to touch her and remembering that nothing was there.

It hurt to know that he would never get it back, and that he felt weaker without it. He depended on her more than he'd like to (whether it was admitting it or simply the annoying burden he felt he was putting on her shoulders). He felt like a child, maybe even worse than that since at least children tended to have all of their functioning limbs more often than not.

"...I'm sorry." His words were filled with bitterness and a reluctance to even be said. With that he couldn't look at her, he didn't even know why he had suggested it himself. Maybe it was just to get away from all the looks that he was normally given whenever he wandered about out in the public eye. They parted like the Red Sea that the oh so famous Bible in the human world seemed to regard so highly despite that it was all false promises.

They all made him angry, unseen rage boiled up in him underneath the surface and he was doing his best to contain it now that he was with her. One single hand formed a fist that turned the hand in his lap paler than normal. His head rested back against the tree.

He had just wanted to get away to be with that one special person, was that so wrong? "If you were going to hate it so much, I wouldn't have asked, and maybe I should have died that day on top of that." His eyes opened in a flash, cold with the life and mirth that had been there before that day.

He couldn't stop that his eyes bore into hers with cool rage. "Would ya have preferred that? To be rid of me, the very man that haunted your dreams longer than he was a positive influence on ya? Or was that all just a lie and you never cared?!"