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Little bit of self-indulgence on my behalf. These aren’t particularly good photos focus or composition wise, but the little yawns are just too cute to pass up. 

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Fuck what they think!

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((I just had to stop by, cause I was stalking oops, and say I absolutely love Corevon

[ UGH THANK YOU SO MUCH i really appreciate it when people tell me they like my ocs ahhh i haven’t rped with you yet but. you’re good too. ocs unite. gives you a high five. you’re too sweet ; 3 ; ]

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King chick

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"No. 

I saved you."

“I was swimming!”

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Not an Arrrancar, not a Shinigami, not a Visored, definitely not human... definitely dangerous. It didn't take a genius to see that. This creature radiated evil, from the chilling undertones of his voice to the wild look in his unnatural eyes. Eyes that were similar to the Arrancar's own. But there was no sense of brotherhood to be shared from such a feature. Despite technically heartless, Corevon was not a bloodthirsty monster. He clung to human values, their morals -- he would not kill without reason. 

Was hunger a reason? Any normal Hollow would have devoured the languid human souls that lingered among the gravestones, unable to accept their fate. But Corevon had simply loitered, watching them in their wandering. Though technically of the Hollow breed himself, an Arrancar's empty core and pining for spiritual energy surely had its differences. They were not mindless beasts, they had the burden of a growing conscience. Power fended off the hunger, transcended it. Corevon would not kill humans, he would not take their souls. 

Unfortunately for him, not everyone had the same sense of mercy as he did. That was why he found himself confronted by a demon in the from of a man. He had turned on his heels in order to meet a similarly-colored gaze. As white fingers went to draw its sword, bandaged ones did the same. Always defensive. The Arrancar's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to process what was going on, why someone was apparently attacking him. He would've understood if the man addressing him was a Shinigami, but he couldn't have been. Maybe his assailant was an enemy of Aizen, maybe Arrancars were more of a universal enemy than he had counted for. Whatever the case, Corevon was sure he could explain. There would be no need for a fight. 

"What do you want?" he asked, blunt but not intended to be crude. "I don't mean harm. I don't want to fight you."

to hell and back. | { hollowcrows }

He’s utterly delighted at the predicament this foolish beast has driven himself into due to carelessness— or perhaps the brat’s a little too sure of himself, or he could call it stupidity. Either way, the pale-skinned demon doesn’t given a damn, because he only has one focus, and that’s to achieve the height of power and to slaughter all who dare step a toe within his path of destruction. 

And what a fitting scene to encounter this monochromatic creature in, tall gray stones pressed into tight lines and for a moment he’s amused at the petty tidiness of these pathetic humans and their care for their deceased; how pathetic. None of it mattered, anyway, they’re just rotting bodies of the worthless and the weak. Colorless piercing eyes of bottomless black and burning white bore into the feather hollow before him, a grin slowly coming to those thin, cold lips stretching to an inhuman length and curling upward. He looks to be content, almost pleased by the appearance of the stranger, but the only pleasure this demon enjoys is that of chaos and warfare. 

“Lil’ far from home, ain’t cha?” 

Playful banter of course, laced with a heavy undertone of sadistic pleasure in his wording, seeping from them in an almost disgusting manner. The voice of this creature doesn’t aid it, for it sounds as if the cries of hell lurk within it’s very core, screaming underneath the unknown original tone to create a voice that is unmatched in it’s beast-like nature of chaos. He’s ecstatic at the presence, pale slender fingers already curling like snakes around the handle of an equally reversely colored blade— it’s been too long since he’s been able to release himself, to leave disaster in his wake, to break down and destroy. It’s such a sweet taste and sensation to feel once again, and one would hope that such a such a barbaric joy rooted in war would bring some mercy to the opposing male, but no. Of course it wouldn’t. In anything, the other should prey that luck is in his favor, because such an eager blade in the hands of a bloodlusting monster is no positive element. The only hope for the roaming hollow would be to turn and run, but it is hard to say if this bastard would even let him do so. Besides, the thrill of a chase would only catalyze the massacre. 

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[ ooc ] summer school semester is SHITTING ON ME so i am... very tired... i might be here somewhat sporadically. 

blows kisses to aizen and hichigo for their starters though AW YEAH LET'S GET DANGEROUS 

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Secretary Bird (Sagittarius serpentarius)

…a unique species of bird related to raptors, found throughout the grasslands of Sub-Saharan Africa. Secretary birds are nomadic and are usually found on the savanna or in grasslands where they spend their time hunting for snakes, insects, birds, and mammals (they also have reportedly taken young gazelles). Using their long legs to deliver the killing blow, they will also user their legs to stomp on vegetation in attempt to flush any potential prey out. Although they are primarily terrestrial secretary birds are surprisingly accomplished flyers. Secretary birds have immense cultural significance in Africa and are featured on many symbols throughout Africa.

Phylogeny

Animalia-Chordata-Aves-Falconiformes (Accipitriformes)-Sagittariidae-Sagittarius-serpentarius

Image Source(s)

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Lämmergeier by simon1wf on Flickr.

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[ random arrancar headcanon/corev canon : an arrancar's hollow hole can be a very "intimate" place. it's the spot that signifies they have a piece of them missing, that deep down they've got a certain emptiness that can't be filled. i would imagine that arrancar usually HATE having the insides of their hollow hole's touched. maybe it's uncomfortably sensitive, hurts, or invokes some sort of strong emotional response (usually negative). many arrancar keep their hollow holes covered, but i suppose it could also be attributed to them naturally being in places that would be clothed. grimmjow is an exception. maybe the displaying of one's hollow hole can be considered a "macho" act. they're exposing a spot that could be a place of vulnerability. MAYBE I THINK TOO MUCH ABOUT TINY DETAILS OR MAYBE I MISSED SOMETHING IN CANON ABOUT THE HOLLOW HOLES IDK kill me ]

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[ ooc ] NO GIN, YOU'RE CUTE. HIDES SMALL FEATHERY BODY IN YOUR CLOTHES.

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He listened intently, allowing his gaze to drop to the sand beyond his feet once she looked away as to not stare at her. "You're being very vague, is that on purpose?" he asked in a quiet, cautious tone. Maybe they were very personal, even confidential matters. Corevon didn't want to seem prying, even if his goal was to learn as much as he could about this mysterious Las Noches. "It does not seem like a very nice place. What was the 'right thing' that you were doing?"

“I see.” She simply stated,assuming he didn’t want to drill in further into the subject so she allowed it to subside for the time being.For some reason,it reminded her of the Octava and his interests in observing things for experiments.The former Tres glanced up at him when he trailed off about the Arrancar,quickly averting her gaze onto the dull and lifeless terrain.That wasn’t such a simple question to respond to.Even herself wasn’t entirely certain on the whole situation.”There was hatred to begin with and it only grew as time passed between us.He had always wondered why I followed him,let alone aggravate him verbally.However,I was only doing what was right.” 

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A faint noise like a scoff escaped his lips. "I am not just like a hollow, I am one. One that has removed its masks. That is what an Arrancar is." If he was trying to reassure her about not being something that was scary, he wasn't doing a good job at it. But he also wasn't actually trying. Maybe it was better for him if others were intimidated by him. "And what are you? You can't be just a normal human."

♪—Well, given the strength she has, her powers wouldn’t be enough to protect herself from an arrancar, so in a way she was a little scared, “It’s not that—I just don’t see them. I mean, aren’t you like a different kind of hollow?”