#samagwi

[fcrtis]

@samagwi: bLiNdEd By YoUr OwN-- oh, shut UP!! I ain't blind for seein' that you're not the fuckin' angel you pretend t' be!!

❝ I've never claimed to be an angel Nnoitra, but if you perceive compassion and mercy as a pretense that is your weakness -- not mine. ❞

[kalopsiclic]

@yxngrou " now, my child, wasn't apologizing to nnoitra that bad??"

[lunarscaled-08152025]

"Can we get them all one present and they have to share?"

@guadanya / @despairforme / @samagwi

[mikroteros]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤunprompted | accepting | @samagwi said ...

"That pacifist holier-than-thou shit isn't gonna last, y'know. Just wait; you'll snap, and ya won't be able to pretend you're a perfect little tweety bird anymore."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I'm not perfect. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I'm incredibly flawed. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI'M INCREDIBLY TERRIFIED.

She'd known her power. Feared it, in the way Aizen was feared. A single note too high, and she'd once more be among a sea of bodies. The very idea made her sick. Made her stomach churn with despair.

❝ ... I behave how I must to survive. To - ... To not bring harm to others. Our skin is iron Ser, but within us is vulnerable. If i do break - snap - ... I wouldn't be the only one harmed. If, I were harmed at all. I'm holier than none. I know this to be so. ❞

[wild-pineapple-butt]

@samagwi from here

At Nnoitra's snarky response, Renji just rolled his eyes, lips upturned in disdain. Right. Of course. What else was he expecting from Nnoitra, of all people?

"Black might be a new look. Who knows, might look great on me." Renji snorts.

"But wouldn't it be too bad if ya suddenly became bald one day? What with yer nice long black silky locks. Such a shame."

A threat for a threat.

[kalopsiclic]

"I heard she had, Nnoitra - it seems so unprofessional."

@samagwi

[lunarscaled-08152025]

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- @samagwi

"———‼️"

-> Their posture grows tense abruptly at the sudden pressure of something nearby, so dense and potent they feel as though their spine wants to buckle beneath it. The hairs on the back of their neck stand up as they turn, and—there. A figure standing at a distance from them in the sands. One they don't quite recognize and yet do, if only on Tesla's warning. A quiet, reserved growling leaves them; it may not even be perceptible at his distance, but they're making it anyways as their blue tail whips back and forth in the sand.

They keep their eyes on him, shoulders bowing low like a dog used to being kicked. Wary.

@samagwi

[lunarscaled-08152025]

-> It's quiet until it's not; the cacophony BOOM of an impact making even Lyric's body jump and their fingers squeeze the pages as they barely raise their head from their book enough to see what's happening at a distance from them in the sand. It's a horror scene in play: no better than some snuff film as they watch him rip apart chunks and carapace and pulls out organs as the beast writhes in agony. It's cruel, Lyric thinks, and he revels in it. There is a deep sick feeling in the pit of their stomach. Against their desires, he spots them. Lyric hunches further over their knees, if such a thing is possible, and grimaces when he calls out to them. They don't know if this is a better or worse mood to engage him in, when he's high off the thrill of a hunt, so Lyric keeps their mouth quiet and their hands on their book in the shadow of the skull. Maybe if they didn't respond, he would get bored.

"... ... ..."

@samagwi from ask.