#soulstared

[shieldedsand]

the chosen

@soulstared said:  what's that, part of your religion or something? #lolgaarastattoo

he wonders, briefly, if the other can’t read. “no. i carved it there as a child.” a pause. “i was going through some things.”

[destruczion]

@soulstared asked:

" Oi, you hungry ?" Ichigo waved a burger at Grimmjow, freshly made with a bag of fries in the other hand.

TENSION CRAWLED UP GRIMMJOW’S SPINE  as he slowly uncurled himself from where he sat in urahara’s den, his bright blue eyes pinned on the strange object in kurosaki’s hand.  wrapped in spotted brown paper, grimmjow recognized the object as human food, but he didn’t understand why kurosaki had come to him with it.  what?  did kurosaki expect him to eat that?  he was a hollow;  hollows consumed souls.

                          ❝...no.❞   that was a lie.  kinda.  maybe half of a lie, then. yes, he was starving—but for souls.  because grimmjow jaegerjaquez was a hollow.

except, that wasn’t possible because urahara had explicitly stated that his gigai design would suppress his hunger to consume souls by 99.99%... or whatever.  which meant this stupid gigai urahara—goddamn that shady bastard—had given him was defective!

although there was no longer any risk of regression due to the hōgyoku’s alteration of his soul, his midsection had been aching terribly, as though a new hollow hole would appear at any moment.  it all made no sense, and yet, here he was practically folded up in pain, jaw clenching tightly as he glared up at kurosaki.  in fact, much to grimmjow’s annoyance, the pain seemed to worsen the longer kurosaki hovered around him with that weird human food...  damn it!  he couldn’t even expel himself without urahara’s dumb cane.  this was bullshit.

❝unless you know where that shady bastard’s gone today, fuck off.  you’re rui-ruining my nap,❞  he scowled, sounding considerably less threatening than anticipated.

[shieldedsand]

soulstared replied to your post: its a good thing gaara is Serious bcus the power...

that good ol’ pocket sand.

pocket sand in the shape of MANY tiny dicks

[uchinaro]

❛ Hey, you're kind of small to be a ninja. . .I don't find it believable. ❜

          “ small ? ”

arms fold over her chest, evidently displeased by the notion. the headband was enough proof for most that she was a kunoichi, but it seemed this man wasn’t too convinced of her position. not that it exactly mattered, but she retorts.

          “ i graduated from the academy a year ago. ” she says, fingers trailing into her back pouch, pulling out a set of shuriken. “ it’s your choice whether to believe me or not. ”

she takes quick aim, throwing the four-pronged stars to the red-painted targets. dead center.

                               — and though she be but little, she is fierce.

[aimcs]

"You ever regret having those eyebrows ?" #Renji

        -- ❝ there’s NOTHING to regret about my eyebrows you dumbass. ❞

[vchidori]

“ it’s not impressive , no one’s impressed ”

meme || no longer accepting

@soulstared

        “ good thing i wasn’t trying to impress anyone then. don’t really care if they’re impressed or not. ”

[uchinaro]

" how did this happen? ” #random starters

random sentence starters. ( accepting! )

             “— This?"

      The wound had stopped bleeding by now, but she lacked the necessary means to clean it. To her, it was nothing more than a scratch— thankfully not deep enough to be anything fatal. She was used to this, to battles.

      For now, she had to let it be. She only had to be careful not to reopen the wound, at least until she could find a medic.

             "I got cut by a katana," she narrates, pressing against the frame of her spectacles. "it will get better, eventually."

[shizibande]

“ what did you just say? “ #mokuba

I don’t remember the meme ! !   |    @soulstared

           her stare is resolutely trained on where he stands -- ruby gaze burning into the space by his sandals, a sneer fitted onto slim nose & a crooked grimace on pursed lips. she tightens the bandages wrapped round her knuckles & wrists, expert & practiced precision without taking a single look to what she’s doing. gaze flits up to his face, eyes narrowing further ( red like a s n a k e ) & regards him with one quirked eyebrow. 

            ❝   i said you stink. the least you could do is wipe your feet before b a r g i n g in here.   ❞