#nacphilim

[zagubionywilk]

                >> ⚔️ <<                    ❝          DO YOU HAVE     . .           ❞                     a pause,  a little paw coming to his muzzle in   THOUGHT   while the other was busy holding up the black and white   UMBRELLA   above him ‘fore he perks up   ;   ah right.                    ❝         round   MUSHROOMS    ??         ❞                    

@nacphilim  (  ac genji  )  /  ⚔️

[spikedkalopsia]

@nacphilim

much like blackened angel does she appear, shadows seemingly twisting when she steps out of them, black wings spreading outwards one moment then completely falling apart the next; the feathers twist and twirl in the air as they fall to the ground before disappearing completely. she has waited patiently to approach him, always careful to make sure that the two are alone when they speak; after all, her patience is limited when it comes to outsiders, and how wrong would she be if a lifted finger sent razor sharp quill aimed for their eye? some lessons have to be taught with more than just words. a hand reaches up to play with a strand of hair as she approaches him, looking up (damn her height) and fixing him with a bemused stare. 

❝are you avoiding everyone today or is the honor reserved solely for me?❞ her tone is light despite seemingly harsh words -- gentle teasing. ❝i feel like it’s been ages since we’ve last spoken... you’re not still upset about that petty little disagreement of ours, are you?❞

[woerended-a]

@nacphilim​ said:  boops him on the nose with the tip of her claw ! - ahri u w u

Oh, hello. He blinks, nose scrunching a bit in surprise as small shades of pink cross onto his cheeks.

“Wh-- what was that for?” He pouts, narrows his eyes slightly as he sheepishly shoves his hands in his coat pockets.

[foraltruism]

nacphilim

i see tom nook & i go feral -

reflectionbound

TOM NOOK. FLAKWEFK

Animal Crossing has been a mega influence on me ok

[amaranthineoni]

|| @nacphilim​ || Pirates & Mutineers || Starter ||

Tomoe spots the incoming ship when it is still more than 15 kilometers away, despite the thick evening fog setting low over the water after the days grueling heat. They have no lights aboard their deck, no lantern in the nest for signalling nearby ships. She sounds the warning bell, the loud clanging waking her crew and most certainly carrying over the waves to the oncoming ship.

The HMS Archon is beautiful and reliant, unsinkable - the East India Company claims. She carries valuable wares occasionally. Fine furniture, jewelry, blue dyed potteries, and luxurious silk fabrics. More often, however, she carries military goods. Canons, gunpowder, uniforms.

HMS Archon is a valuable commodity for pirates. And though she is large, and perfect for long distance trips, she is not a Navy vessel. The ships primary directive should pirates attempt an attack is to flee, full sails in the direction of the nearest navel outpost.

But she is a heavy thing, burdened by the weight of her cargo and the small pirate vessel is not. It catches them less then an hour later. Tomoe’s crew is ill prepared for a raid. Any combat training they have comes from the pit fights they hold below deck after the Captain and his offices have retired for the night. Any strength they have comes only from hoisting sails and cranking the anchor. None of them carry more than a knife on them.

They try to make a stand anyway. It’s a slaughter. Tomoe hits the ground hard on the initial assault; one of them nails her in the back of the head with a plank and she drops like she’s dead. When she blinks back to consciousness, head pounding and sluggish and body battered like she’d been trampled in the chaos, her captain is dead.

His head a greying expression of horror - tears on his cheeks. Coward. Of course he begged in the end.

His mangled body is pushed overboard to chum the waters and she is hauled up along any of the other survivors. They are bound, their hands tied painfully behind their backs. Tomoe curses when one of them pulls at the collar of her shirt - for a moment she is more terrified that his eyes will tip away from her blood smudged face to peer down and spot the bandages disguising her figure and that her fate will be worse than that of shark food. He doesn’t and she’s shoved against the main mast with the rest of her men. 

It takes the pirates hours to ransack the ship. Tomoe spends it woozy, blood seeping warm down her neck, and slumped against the back of the boy tied in front of her. He has been a kitchen scully, she thinks.

“What are they going to do with us?” He whispers to her, panicked and small.

No one replies. The answer is obvious. Tomoe tries to think of a way out anyway.

Tomoe glares at the man she presumes is the captain from her place tied against the mast. He’s tall and blonde with a cruel sharp grin and seems completely unbothered by the spray of arterial blood that stains his white shirt. Tomoe hates him immediately and she will continue to do so until she dies. Smug, heartless pirate.

She snarls when one of the pirates at her side jostles her, shoving her forward in the line and one step closer to her untimely death. She earns a backhand across the face for ehr insolence and it sends her reeling into another pirate who forces her back into line.

When the sun came up the pirates turned to the crew for entertainment. Every single person who didn’t die in the raid was slowly but surely being forced over the deck railing and into the waters below. Hands tied and no dry land for kilometers in any direction. If they didn’t drown the sharks would get them.

Tomoe is near the end of the line - not the back, but ever step further from the plank and the short plunge off the end of it gave her another minute to try to think of a way out.

She heard stories that pirates occasionally take valuable prisoners into their crews. Chefs and navigators and the like. Tomoe doesn’t know shit about cooking or navigating but she’s clever. She could lie and figure it out. She does know some stuff about first aid - that’s always useful on a ship…

That hope dies when the doctor is shoved over the edge despite his pleas. The crowd roars in approval.

She could claim she knows how to read the coded notes and ledgers the Captain and merchants write in. But she can’t read - that lie wouldn’t hold up and she imagines the cruelty she’d be subject to would be much worse than a swift drowing.

The wracks her brains for anything in the pirates code that could save her, thinks of any valuables on the ship they may not have found. Anything of value she can trade for her life.

She doesn’t know. She’s scared.

The pirates aren’t here to take any survivors. It’s clear to her that it’s a game to them. THey offer one boy the chance to fight for his survival - the little kitchen scully. They offer him a sword and everything. His opponent is twice his height and three times his width. The boy’s dead before they toss him overboard - his skull bashed in so thoroughly that she can’t recognise his face anymore.

The pirates cheer and Tomoe wants to vomit.

Finally it’s her turn.

She stumbles, panicked when she is pushed into the ring of bodies that forms the circle around the back of the plank. Her turn. She tries to straighten and someone forces her into a deep bow before the Captain.

Her head snaps up to greet the Captain. “Fuck you straight to hell.”

Because Tomoe has never been the kind to know when to shut the hell up. And if she’s gonna die she’s going to go out pissing someone else off. “These are Aizen’s waters, you really think he’s just gonna let you sail through here now that you’ve gone and attacked a ship that’s rightfully his prey huh? Fuck you’re as stupid as you look.”

[merutiii]

——— *  @nacphilim​ said : ♗ .. I DUNNO . you already did . koku .. maybe ... UH . kurogiri ? icon meme yno

      he’s sexie ima say it now

[foraltruism]

Well... this was a surprise. Rin hadn’t expected to walk into Sousuke’s place and seeing it so homey. It’s always been homey before, but it seems so more than usual, with the smell of food coming from the kitchen and light music playing in the background. He couldn’t help but get a bit excited, stealthily slipping into the hallway to drop off his backpack in his room, and shed his jacket and hat. He moves into the bathroom with equal silence, washing the travel grime off his face, and then walks out into the main room. There were dishes set out on the table, but no food yet, and just a little further Rin could see Sousuke toiling away over the stove. That’ll never be a sight he’ll tire of seeing; an impish grin coiling onto his face and he slips behind him, wraps his arms around his waist, and leans up to give him a kiss.

“Well I wasn’t expecting much when I got back, especially not this. Is this all for me?”

@nacphilim​ */ Valentine’s Day starters uwu

[gosutm-archived]

BILLIE EILISH LYRICS STARTER  …  accepting !!

@nacphilim​  /   ‘  when  you  close  your  eyes ,  do  you  picture  me ?  ’ - beelze....

THAT TOOK AN UNUSUAL TURN. TAKEN BACK   from beelzebub’s inquiry, whilst the taller demon indulged in ravenous, heavenly looking food the two bought in a local restaurant in suburban streets of devildom, the much smaller witch took a second to process before cheeks heated up slightly  &  a hand waved awkwardly.   ❛  a -- ah... a -- am i being invasive? is that you’re asking me? i  --  i’m sorry if me staring is uncomfortable ...  ❜   although, no matter how much she denied or tried playing stupid, a part of her knew what that meant   ---   do you think of me when we’re apart?

after awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers, sayu looked away with obvious shyness.  ❛  um... i -- i guess. after all, y -- you mean a lot to me, beel. n - nnn... ❜    dear god, was this awkward or what? but then again, what do you expect from a girl who was never shown love nor affection?