#The Doubting Ones | Nnoitra x Renji

[nnoitra-jiruga]

obviously, you are nnoi-chi ❤

Give my muse a nickname!

Make it cute, embarrassing, or annoying- anything goes!

☽ Accepting ☾ @wild-pineapple-butt ☽ [Hehe the cuteness <3]

☾ Nnoitra grinned slightly - a little bashfully - while a low raucous snickering came from the bottom of his stomach, a deep rumble of satisfaction he hummed with his lips sealed, still smiling. Long pointy fingers came to caress the redhead’s cheek, almost too soft and fragile under those spikes of flesh and bones that still very carefully touched it, meaning no harm at all.

- N obviously y’are mi amor...” the snake-like predatory face smirked, craggy features not scary though, not tensed, with a light raspy chuckle filled with tenderness.  ☽

[nnoitra-jiruga]

@wild-pineapple-butt

[nnoitra-jiruga]

📱

Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse's Phone

☽ Accepting ☾ @wild-pineapple-butt

What ringtone my muse has set for yours : (Of course not Nnoitra’s choice and doing...) “My heart will go on” by Celine Dion ; as Nnoitra is incapable to do it himself, of course it was Renji who decided to prank him and discretely changed the ringtone and, now, as he doesn’t know how to change it back, Nnoitra is stuck with this music, especially the moment when the singer sings very very loudly at the top of her lungs. Every time it rings, Nnoitra gets awfully triggered by the music, even startled. He just doesn’t get used to this voice XD

What contact photo my muse has set for yours : The two of them, with Renji sitting in front of the house with their Samoyed puppy on his lap, and Nnoitra is sitting behind him, with his arms around him, flipping the bird to someone who was passing by.

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts : If it gets too long, Nnoitra just replies with a “?”. As a way of saying Renji just go straight to the point, what do you want exactly ?

How quickly my muse responds to your texts : (BIG EFFORT THERE XD) Given how fond he is of his redhead boyfriend, Nnoitra tries to reply more often than with other people, but he still struggles with his cellphone. Therefore, unless the reply necessitates an explanation, unless Renji expects a full answer, Nnoitra happily discovered the magic of emojis thanks to him and will reply by a single emoji.

How often our muses text : Renji surely sends more texts than Nnoitra, being his taciturn cold self, not too communicative - and not being in step with technology in general above all - does, but Gilga doesn’t mind it, even if it’s just silly stuff when Abarai gets bored during his paperwork for example. It’s a way of proving he’s having a thought for him and it’s comforting for Nnoitra.

How often our muses call : Considering they spend most of their time together, or least seeing in each other every day, even before living together, they probably don’t need to call each other a lot. That said... Ahaha seriously I can not not imagine a moment when Nnoitra is fighting an enemy and suddenly... the titanic song (the enemy being like WTF XD) and Jiruga manages to pick up, while still fighting, telling Renji “Huh yeah great... but... ya see... I’m a littl’ busy at da moment mi amorr...”

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours : Honestly, he tries not to miss Renji’s calls, but eventually he does... more often than he intends to since his cellphone is most of the time out of juice (I bet it’d be Renji actually taking care of recharging it for his boyfriend). Also, if Renji is really mad at him, Gilga might pick up then, hearing him yelling at him, hang up immediately, not to simply wait for him to calm down, but to return to him. So they can settle their differences face to face. 

Last text sent from my muse to yours : “ LOOK ABOUT DAT DISMEMBERED GUY DEY FOUND IN DA RIVER LAST NIGHT ! IT WASNT ME ! AT DA SAME TIME... I WAS DISMEMBERIN’ ANOTHA GUY ELSEWHERE ! DONT BE MAD MI AMOR” (still the power of involuntary caps lock XD)

[nnoitra-jiruga]

@wild-pineapple-butt

#relationshipgoals

[nnoitra-jiruga]

☾ Nnoitra, like an animal caught by surprise, almost freezes. Being caught in a moment of uncertainty, of weakness... it’d not be Renji, the person standing at the door would be already dead. Instantly killed. Wiped off the surface of the earth. There’s this fleeting - threatening, worrisome - moment when time seems to stop its course and Nnoitra clearly isn’t thinking straight.

Then there’s only one thought that crosses his head clearly : Did Renji hear anything ? Anything when he was speaking... to himself... to the thing in the mirror ? The remark about his resistance has him barely tensing even further - if it’s possible. Exhaling like he’s getting rid of some frustration, through his thin nostrils, his ego certainly stinging a little, the Quinta just rolls his eye. He’s collecting himself ; he’s recovering. In his brain. And Renji wasn’t hurt. Everything’s fine.

“I have. Ya couldn’t pierce my skin no matter how fuckin’ hard ya try... but I can.

As easily as he’d want to. His strength commensurate with his hierro. Besides, perhaps, he didn’t do anything to avoid the damage ; perhaps he wanted it without even being aware of it.

- I can heal dat. It’s nothin’. I’ll find ya a new mirror,” he adds quickly, as if Renji would suddenly hate him forever for this, in the end, so ridiculous incident, then suddenly without a warning, jumping to his feet, snatching almost brutally his hand away from Renji’s, he finally spits the question that has been killing him : “How much d’ya know ???”  

Does Renji know everything ? Everything he did ? Everything he feels ? Did he talk last night ? Nnoitra fears the answer actually but he has to know. ☽

@wild-pineapple-butt

[nnoitra-jiruga]

LOOOOVE SOOOONG

Send “Love Song” for me to tell you a song I associate with our muses!

Accepting | @rubrumfang

Definitely this one : Woodkid - I Love You

[nnoitra-jiruga]

"You're the biggest spoon. "

@rubrumfang

Nnoitra cracked his eye open. How could that damned shinigami say such things in the middle of the night ? He was tired as fuck, barely moving with an extenuated jaded groan, guttural, coming from the bowels of his sleepy lanky form. As he moved closer to the soul reaper and cradled him in his long arms, slender yet so strong, the grip so tight and loving. So protective.

“Whateva ya say… but shit ya really had to wake me up fer dis ?…” the grumpy Mantis grumbled, as he buried his long face in the crimson mane.

Being the big spoon. As always. Largely, immensely, taller than the redhead. An immense spoon. The biggest one for sure. And Renji could only smile in the dark.

[nnoitra-jiruga]

♫ :D

Send me ♫ and I will make a 5-10 SONG PLAYLIST for our muses!   

Accepting | @rubrumfang

Kavinsky - Nightcall (Drive Original Movie Soundtrack)

Woodkid - I Love You

The Last Samurai - A Way of Life

Gladiator ~ Elysium / Honour Him / Now We Are Free

Kyla La Grange - Cut Your Teeth (Kygo Remix)

Depeche Mode - Hole to feed

Elle Theme - Silent Hill Homecoming OST

Midnight Mover by Johan Glossner - [2010s Pop Music]

Like Icarus We Fly by Johan Glossner - [2010s Pop Music]

[nnoitra-jiruga]

🐤 !!!

Send 🐤 for my muse to make a tweet about yours        

No longer accepting | @rubrumfang

[nnoitra-jiruga]

I think 13: "Describe your character’s former lover" would be interesting to read considering the background story you HC for Nnoitra!

SEND ME A NUMBER AND HELP ME DEVELOP MY CHARACTER!

☽ Accepting ☾ Anon ☽ [Thank you anon ! I actually had extensively plotted and thought about this with a dear friend and I hadn’t added it yet to the blog ! I’ll do it right after !]

☾ For now, I have only developed two ships on here, NnoiRen [ The Doubting Ones | Nnoitra x Renji  ] and Nnoitra x Cecil Harvey ( a crossover ship ) [ The Children of the Moon | Nnoitra x Cecil ] , the first one being at a more advanced stage than the other (whose development happens mostly on discord). These two ships are still undergoing, and basically they started off ‘a clean state’ as Nnoitra has never even kissed someone or felt anything before he met them. So therefore there was no former lover or any form of even... “friend”. Only solitude, but it wasn’t something that would truly weigh on him, contrary to Starrk for example. That’s a bit short I am afraid XS

[ Because we discussed and plotted this with Rishi - @wild-pineapple-butt ] 

Regarding his past human life, it’s all about a cycle. Nnoitra, embodying Despair, is trapped in an infinite cycle. In a spiral. And he can’t break free. He has no former lover actually  because in fact he always falls in love with the same person, the same soul (so, for example, with NnoiRen, his soul and Renji’s soul are bound to meet each other again and again and again through time and space, and with Nnoitra x Cecil, it’s Nnoitra’s soul and Cecil’s soul). And, every time, Nnoitra fails, loses his soulmate. In one way or another. Then he goes mad out of sadness and finally, he dies in a way being more or less suicidal, but generally unconsciously indirectly causing his own death. Every time, the scenario repeats itself. That’s pure  absolute true Despair. You fight something you can not win against at all. It’s fate.

Note : In a very old RP of mine -before I HCed what’s above- (it was my first NnoiRen RP too), Nnoitra’s mental illness led to him and Renji breaking up (his partner leaving him because it was becoming a lot too much to bear, and Nnoitra’s unpredictable crisis were becoming more and more violent - a true threat to both their lives, with Renji not being as strong as Jiruga so he couldn’t stop him if necessary). Even years and years after that, Nnoitra remained faithful to him though, keeping an eye on him for afar, even awfully aware of the fact they’d not get back together and that Renji was better off without him in his life. Surveying but silently and from far away (reminding me once again of No-Face in Spirited Away by the way XD - one of my big inspirations for Nnoitra). Sooo even before my new HCs, my Nnoitra actually never got a true happy ending. ☽

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[It’s sad stuff and extremely well written sad stuff, thank you for it <3 In some cases, I even imagine Nnoitra yelling insanities and things that make absolutely no sense at all and the poor Renji having to hide away from Nnoitra, before he’d put his hands on him ; he could even believe and see Renji as someone else who’d have hurt Renji. Well, sad stuff. Renji’s gotta be real tough]

[ REGRET ] for your muse to immediately regret hurting my muse (because during of his psychotic crises it might happen XS he'd not be aware it's Renji as he'd be seriously hallucinating) @nnoitra-jiruga

RP memes for the mood ||| accepting!

[ REGRET ] for your muse to immediately regret hurting my muse

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It hurt. It was dark. The silence was deafening. Everything had happened much too quickly for him to process. One moment, everything was fine, then in the next, fists had come flying at him.  Anger evident on his lover's face. A face that he'd gotten used to seeing so loveable and warm, contorted into a twisted sick fury, aimed at him. The sight of blood - his or Nnoitra’s, he wasn’t sure. But it was there - warm and red and metallic in odor. 

His arms, flying up in self defense did nothing to soften the blows that came at him. They hurt. Nnoitra was strong, despite his lithe form, his tall stature easily towering over Renji, giving the espada the advantage to pin the shinigami down.

His eyes, raged, focusing on nothing. Staring into the empty abyss that his mind was forming for him - an imaginary situation that he was trapped in. His smile, usually so soft and gentle twisted into one of pure ecstasy as he continued to pummel at Renji.

It hurt. His heart, that is. Seeing a situation that they'd both feared, come to life, right in this moment was breaking his heart and soul. For he knew, that Nnoitra didn't want this. He knew. There was a sickness inside of the espada that plagued him, destroying him from the inside out. And Renji could do nothing but lay there, defenseless and helpless, receiving the other's blows to him.

Did he want to use his weapon? Strike at the other in an attempt to wake him up? Renji had contemplated it. But he figured that it might only serve to anger Nnoitra even more - he didn't want to risk it. But the blows were starting to get unbearable, his body aching, his muscles bruised and sore, and perhaps even some bones fractured. It hurt.

Tears slid down his face unconsciously, him crying silently as he watched this man turn into someone unrecognizable. A man who he could only identify from the outside, but the inside? Wasn't the man who he knew and trusted and loved. Almost, he wanted to put his arms down in defeat, but that surely meant that he'd die, wouldn't he? An especially strong blow to his head and bam just like that... he'd be down for the count, and it would hurt.

Renij doesn’t know how long he lay there, enduring the hits to his body. He must have passed out, for he could see nothing but darkness. His body felt like lead, but.. the blows seemed to have stopped. Good. That meant Nnoitra had returned to normal, woken up out of that fog that plagued his mind. His brows furrow... as he hears something echoing.. his name? Was his name being called?

The sound got louder and more clear as his mind starts to wake up, his eyes slowly peeling open as he hisses in pain - even his eyelids hurt. Vision blurry, he can somewhat make out the shape of Nnoitra, looking down at him. Calling out his name in desperation, calling him his favorite nickname... mi amor.

Ah... it was good to hear that. Slowly, his vision clears and he can see better now - Nnoitra’s brows furrowing, his usual smile downturned into a frown, muscles quivering and tears threatening to spill. Stupid. Why was he crying? There was no need to cry. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t want it to happen. And even if it had already been done... Renji had accepted the fact that this day would eventually come.

Slowly, he reaches up, cupping Nnoitra’s face, using his thumb to wipe away a shed tear. Softly caressing the other’s cheeks, in an attempt to calm him down. Man... it hurt. Both his body, but seeing the other so sad, so sorrowful, for what he’d done. He had such a silly lover, didn’t he? Maybe he too, was fucked in the head, for loving someone so volatile as this. So unpredictable, so on edge. But he wouldn’t have it any other way; he’d promised and sworn in the very beginning and he wasn’t one to go back on his words.

“It’s okay, stupid,” he croaks out, surprised to hear his voice so hoarse. Had he been screaming this entire time? His throat is sore, like he had just done two hours of karaoke... he must have been screaming and he hadn’t even known it.

“I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Ya should see yerself, Nnoitra,” he manages to chuckle. “Don’t be like that now. Come, smile fer me. I’ll be just okay.”