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[shexplode]

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❝ DIDN'T EXPECT TO SPOT ANYONE ELSE OUT HERE. ❞ her voice carries something bitter, but not toward he; he was just another face that had wandered upon her own sitting under the star full sky. ( the war was beginning and she ponders how far everyone would go for their lord. ) she leans back in her seat, resting on her gloved hands as she kept eyes locked on the moon this time.

❝ can't sleep or somethin'? ❞

[biskael]

He makes a point to find the man alone, away from that revolting feral thing of his. There was very little Äs could care to discuss with the Jailer, very little interest even in his existence, but that was becoming taxing on his immediate surroundings. He stops at a distance, head tilted to the side. ❝ You need to stop, and I'm not asking. ❞ A few steps were taken forward, void eyes as lifeless as they could be. ❝ I do not care what you claim as your duty towards Celeste, but it is now mine. Do not touch her, do not threaten her, do not be anywhere near her unless you can impersonate a jesuit. Want to torture something? Torture your pet. Just get out of everyone's way, you help no one, you serve no case, your zeal is twisted. Should you keep behaving like you do now towards me or mine, I will pay on the same coin, but I doubt the former 5th can last much of what I do. ❞

THE BEAST SLUMBERS WITHIN HIS CHAMBERS . he had grow tired in the long winters , but even more here , where the winter never seemed to die . his handler had learned that , in their time spent together . it would be best , he now knows , to leave him to his lonesome , behind bars gilded with care . his master would return . he would be there when he stirs awake , released , READY TO DEVOUR HIM ONCE MORE . for now , of course , the only company the jailer is the crackling fire . the occasional voice carries on through the hallways , his comrades , trainees and fellow soldiers . only to fall quiet once more . a pen gently prods at a journal’s sheet , coaxing its way beneath the ink . it’s been some time since his last entry , he’s noticed . and it’s in that silence , brief as it were , that the jailer feels something else join him . a unease that causes him to still his writing , a tenebrous stain left atop the page . to some , it would’ve been enough to stop the heart a moment . but it is nothing more than a passing moment to him . quilge doesn’t need to turn his attention to know who it was . it was a signature unlike any other’s , delicate & intricate as a spider’s web . a catcher of flies . upon reishi-needle thin and ruinous would the finger only prick to be dragged under his magicks . the fear stalks in silent as one’s own shadow , the room nightmare-cold in his wake .

    äs speaks to him in what rage such an abyss could muster . a rarity for a being so numb . the hunter had set his writings down , and leaned towards the other , listening in a hard-won silence . it was the least he could do , for now . and every word , a dreaded sincerity . he wasn’t asking , indeed .

    did his cruelty have a point ? did it ever need one , or did he have to have one ? was it worth anything to anyone if it didn’t ? quilge had rarely asked himself any of these questions over the more recent years . of himself did he ever question ; SURE AS THE GLORIOUS DAWN WOULD BREAK GOLDEN RAYS UPON THEIR MAJESTY’S EMPIRE . QUILGE NEVER DOUBTED HIMSELF . he had known his place . had won it from the clutches of his weaker , piteous family . had belonged here , as any other worthy of their ranks . after all , what was a palace without a dungeon , an executioner’s block ? who else would bestow GOD’S JUDGEMENT unto the guilty ? the bird-girl , celeste was her name , wasn’t among the guilty . she had done nothing to earn such scorn , though quilge’s scathing touch never reached her . he had broken her without so much as reaching a single finger upon her . a feat that was rare for him . there were many reasons saints would cry ------ AND HE’D GIVEN HER PLENTY MORE . and it wasn’t even the extent of his cruelty . he had known , had proven , that he could be far crueler than anyone else . that agony was his favorite feast , suffering was his beloved wine . at his table , lavish amongst the other finery , she was not allowed to be ( she'd never wish to ) , lest she herself be dined upon next .

    “ fine . ”    agrees the jailer . he doesn’t lie . had made it a point not to . holy beast , angelic slayer , master of the hunt , chainer of souls or god’s executioner , whatever he truly was , he had never lied . the fear’s anger , primal-dark words seeping behind rotted lips , sounds horrifically clear . quilge stares back at him , his glasses removed by a gloved hand to bestow another brutal gaze upon his company . his eyes are a venomous teal , lids heavy & drawn down in a casual ease . there is no panic , no terror , within him . at once , quilge’s gaze is tired and savage . ancient yet ageless . one could say that he feels nothing , but then , that wouldn’t be completely true . he motions as he folds his glasses up , setting them inside of his pocket .     “ i’ll leave her be . celeste is yours to do with as you please . i won’t care . i won’t even care what you do with that other arrancar woman that you have your claws in . not that i cared , in earnest , of course . it was always about wringing every last drop of hope out of them . ”   quilge then sighs a moment , exasperated , his palm resting on his sharpened chin .   “ i think i’ve succeeded in that regard . ------ oh , look at you , angst . so angry . why , i don’t think i’ve ever seen you this angry before . ”   he cannot help but give him a sadistic grin . even his anger , he enjoys . the pain he’s caused .

    not that he really plans on ever being truly nice to her . they weren't going to become friends . he wouldn’t wish to , felt no care nor curiosity ------ the thought almost made him vomit . to mold her into another soldat , if possible , was all he’d wish to really see now , and even that was beyond his own jurisdiction .

    to be kept with his beast was his preferred solitude , anyhow . his favored , beautiful prisoner , and the hunter’s most impressive capture of all . it had to have been fate . he’d known how much nnoitra craved his violent touch , his cruel words , more than anyone . he’d wondered how many times a day he’d need it . numerous , even , to get his fill , matching his beast’s own desiring need . love that turned to maddening devotion . love that could devour and kill all of the realms , were it provoked as the beast it truly was . and perhaps that was the only fear the hunter now possessed . or rather , it held onto him , sharpened fangs digging through his soul . for anyone else but himself to harm his nnoitra . his beloved monster , fearsome creature he’d tamed , and chained their obsessions together . bound them past death . his true , and only , love . despair-ridden and wanting . quilge loved him for his gorgeous ferocity , his perfect cruelty , his darkened hunger . there was no one the hunter’s equal , because his equal was no human , but a monster .

    then , quilge bristles at the mention of his heart . the praying mantis , the moonlight he’d hunted by . holds a snarl close in his throat , but never releases it . feels his entire body tense at the very thought . the rage that seethes within him . a blind bloodlust that he’d sworn he’d buried long ago . he is quiet , but there is a momentous tremble in the jailer’s leather grip . a murderous twitch . but he calms himself . he breathes . all he would have to do is comply , and nnoitra wouldn’t be harmed . how strong his love was of the body , but how fragile his mind could crack into ruin . he’d seen it . bared the brunt of it , so deep & ravenous , all-consuming , all he could do was offer him his body to feast upon . in hopes that he could sleep gently through the night after devouring him .

    he gathers his writings , and stands , attentive towards äs .   “ that will be your first and only threat towards nnoitra , ”   a proclamation met with a held gaze .   “ but , your points are taken , äs . i presume that’s everything you wish to discuss , then ? i’ll take my leave . ”

@tatarfora

[hakuteiken]

@tatarfora sent a jigokuchō:

❛  are  you  here  to  kill  me  ?  ❜

      𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.   it was a finality that kuchiki byakuya had yet to renounce   ——   plain syllables etched onto the sharpness of his blade as if it were its sole kindred.   the stature of the sternritter was clad in darkness   &   shadows.   the numerous tendrils of fear trailed behind in the wake of his steps,   as if they sought to haunt.   in this very moment,   the presence of äs nödt awakened the reminiscence of memories gone by within the deepest recesses of the noble's mind.   they had been tainted,   plagued with fright,   his anguish laid bare.   no more.

      ❛      i see.   i will indulge in your request to kill.      ❜      hints of grey clashed with hollow black eyes.   the sentences had been born from eloquent poison,   utterly humorless,   bittersweet as the words had parted his lips.   determination burned within his veins.   senbonzakura sang of retribution.   nonetheless,   byakuya's silhouette revealed naught   ——   cold apathy had been engraved upon his features.   his initial defeat had been an admonition,   a lesson to curb blind ignorance.   rightfully so   ——   in his downfall he found further understanding.      ❛      i will have you cast aside,   your existence no more than an afterthought shattered by my hands.      ❜

prompt   \   questioning minds.

[cinghialefedele]

Frivolous Starter for @tatarfora

"I know you're skulking around my periphery..."

Tesla mutters, sighing under his breath. This had been on his mind for too long.

"Do you think Giselle would really try to keep my head in a jar? Does she do that??"

[haschbrowns]

                                        @tatarfora​​  |  continued .

                            ❝ it has come to my understanding that quilge has disregarded my orders of keeping kuchiki rukia alive...,❞ mouth twisting to find the right description. all the Ritter’s knew jugram hated quilge’s torture methods the most -- but he also respected the other Ritter to. but this? this fight had gone too far and it was nigh time to put the man in line. ❝. . .pieces of her soul are missing. put him back in line and quiet him down but do not overexert yourself. do you understand?❞

[equipoised]

Hi guys, pls show some apprecition Lil comission (frrom https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/c6tt6n/)  of our awesome’s bros’ frienship that I commissioned for @tatarfora​ bday. I could go on very long paragraph as to how I love Ca as a friend and the frienship we also developed IC for our boys, but I have already written a lot on my former blog on IC lore about, that perhaps I’ll re-write here properly once I find the will. However I want to give Ca as a friend a special shoutout for being awesome, keeping up with my random IMs on Quincy lore & random thoughts, being amazing & supportive friend IRL, always there when you need her, giving me awesome lore ideas & making awesome graphics for my derp self. I probably wouldn’t have stayed as long if it weren’t for her. & the nodt & ju frienship we have developed probably will always been my favorite platonic ship and bond of all time we’ve developed. so here have some awesome art dedicated to my friend and dear writing partner @tatarfora​

[snow-body]

Commission for @littlenekosfan for @tatarfora ft. Äs Nödt. 

[corpseloved]

tatarfora

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‘well when you run into that ice girl you won’t have an option.’