#Unprompted ask

[helluva-hazbins]

@lettherebemonsters asked:

" Nothing you say will ever make up for what happened. Enjoy your victory for now, snake." (*pushes angry Lute at Lucifer*)

He turns towards the voice filled with anger and hints of disgust being aimed directly at him but only feels perplexed when he finds trouble registering any recognition for the woman, clearly one of Heaven's excorsist troops. A sharp inhale of air through teeth is all that can be heard from him as he begins to arch an eyebrow high. "I'm quite sure we will....Uhh, hmm, and you are?" His cane picked up in hand and directed towards her.

[rxbelling-hxrald]

"..... what are you attracting though?" Asks the familiar lion cub. Who's big brother is giving Dan a warning look. [Themultiversebundle]

Talk about a question he wasn't expecting to answer, giving a brief glance between Molly and Ely as he wondered what to even remotely say before sighing. "More problems, as usual."

[criticalcrux]

Smacks dat ass!

"I'm sorry dear, anon-san but if you insist on mishandling the merchandise I'm gonna have to charge you for any additional damages~"

[arealmunited]

I really hope this doesn't come across as rude. But how did you end up with Yamamoto as the way he is? Like what inspired it?

Unprompted ask

Originally it started out as an AU with someone else. It was because I was in college and couldn't get on for long periods of time, so we talked about him just being gone and coming back. Eventually I just started to like the more closed off Yamamoto more and felt more attached to him, so I gave him more of a back story and decided that this was the version of him I wanted to rp as.

I hope that answers your question.

[virtuous-absolute]

@ryusxnka asked:

" Here. Something Matsumoto made." He'd place the cupcake, one he isn't certain is edible, given to him for father's day atop the lieutenant's working desk. " - She was too shy to bring it, herself, so do not speak of it. "a blatant lie, how awful of you, Hitsugaya. ( for Shuuhei. )

At first, it hits him with inquiry, his features immediately change, eyebrows raised, eyes wide, as his mind began forming a question. What was the tenth division captain doing here? There wasn't any current assignments or missions to be carried out between the both of them, at least the dark-haired reaper was assuming this wasn't concerning anything too serious, for now. But without general work related reasons what else could it be.

"Hai, Hitsugaya-taichou..."

The captain speaks, explaining the—cupcake?

Shuuhei's expression reads just short of bewilderment. Was this important somehow? A captain going out of his way to deliver a small baked item. It had to have some significance, didn't it?

His eyes dropped to the item and he puts his hand out, intuitively, as it's being offered, having no reason to doubt or be untrusting of the younger male. He doesn't see anything special or exceptionally appealing about it, almost appeared to be a dirt clod. Yet as soon as Matsumoto's name had been mentioned he'd decided that it had to have some deeper meaning.

"Uh... thank you, Taichou. I do have one question, if you don't mind—why didn't Rangiku-san deliver this herself? She's never been very much the shy type."

[vampiric-rogue-astarion]

@divineslcyer  asked:

She sweeps her hair back, seated at the base of his tent and tilting her head. "You need to feed before you go find an animal tonight right?"

"Indeed, I do, darling." The response is hasty but delivered in full, complete confidence as he tilts his head back. Always the quick witted.

But what was this now? Was she really here suddenly, before him.

Willingly.

"Finding yourself ready for more, so soon." His words are a gentle tease as he revels in what a compliment it is to him and his ego. She's either up to something, stroking at him so playfully in such a manner or she absolutely was tempted by him, and why shouldn't she be, he'd mastered the art or charm and seduction for ages and he'd played each and every card in his possession perfectly to his advantage, right up until now. "My, my, it's almost as though you can't get enough." He seems to just about purr. "Really, who could blame you~" he adds with the charm and confidence of a gifted merchant about to land his biggest one-sided deal. At which point the very corners of his lips begin pulling back, ever slightly, forming into a smirk, it reads as an open invitation, plain as day and with an obvious simplicity. It leaves the receiver feeling they'd be all but foolish to decline something being offered so freely.

"As we have both agreed, I perform much better when kept well-fed." A hand runs along smoothly beneath her jaw as he approaches, cradling her head, he meets his lips to hers before casting his gaze downward while she displays the supple flesh of that delicate neck of hers. Tantalising. If he would allow himself such a thought—and why shouldn't he? He was afterall, free to do so, at his own discretion and for his own pleasures. He can feel his mouth well with salivation, yes, this he will indulge in. His breath sweeps across her skin as he nears, enclosing the space between the targeted area and his hungry mouth. There is no hesitation—fangs puncture through the outer layers of her flesh, hot and flowing, his mouth fills. There could be no greater satisfying act for him then to feed on such a lovely human. No longer was he restricted or bound to only lesser living creatures to feed off of, like some lowly scavenger. And here he had her, consenting and all for himself. Arms wrap around her tightly. A moment shared. Beautiful.

Simply delightful.

[resolute-casualties]

*jumps in inbox*

"Yes, I see. Do come closer, holding back now would be a waste, wouldn't it?"

"....you've traveled such a long way to be here. Please, allow me to extend a proper greeting." It's a subtle gesture but he manages a wave of his wrist.

"Welcome to my Seireitei, Senjumaru Shutara."

[ooc: Vixen! Hey there. Lol, jumping right into things, eh? Be my guest! Thanks for sending something btw, place gets a bit dusty 😂]

@penetrantswiftweaver

[thesilent-o]

"Oh my...what...are you?" - Unprompted

"I'm an imp if you don't know and I do have a name, it's Blitz" His arms folded over his chest. "And I happen to run the best murder business in all of Hell. So unless you have someone that needs murdering--" Blitzo waved his hand as though to dismiss them.

[twiceslainthriceborn]

"My lord, how may I be of service?"

In the ancient lands of the forgotten dead, a spirit of indomitable will ruled all. A conqueror once, and a conqueror still, he observed the world left behind in seething contemplation. Waiting, ever waiting, for the time of his return. It was a time fast approaching.

A man with ambitions as great as his accrued many enemies, and those enemies had taken so very many steps to hobble his grand rebirth. His loyalists had been fractured into disparate cults, all with their own ideas on how to bring their master back. His stronghold had been claimed by the tribal peoples he had once slaughtered and subjugated. Those he had deemed useful enough to delegate to-his so-called "Inner Circle"-had all fled or were the masterminds behind his opposition. His enemies believed him gone, they believed him foolish, they believed themselves prepared.

They were wrong.

During his reigns among the living, the Lord of the Dead had been larger than life in all things. It was, therefore, inconceivable to his former minions that he be capable of subtlety. He was yet more capable than they ever had the chance to realize. His enemies, in their terror, had ensured the world would forget his existence.

In their fear and their ignorance, they continued to do his work. His legacy was not something that needed to be remembered to be felt; his myth was enjoyable enough, but it was not required for him to shape the world as he desired it. From his throne in his dread capital of Mitna Rachnun, there was no place in any world that was beyond his sight. There was no haven that was beyond his reach.

In the safety of anonymity, the Dread Lord had found new purchase to bend the wills of the unsuspecting to his purposes. The lonely, dying, and desperate were always in search of a savior, someone who could deliver them from their woes. In these wretched souls, the Iron Revenant found ample ground within which his roots could spread.

He focused now on one such vagabond, a miserable wretch of a person tricked into misery by the machinations of lesser life. Ah, demons. So pathetically predictable, so easily exploitable. It's greed and hunger had done most of the Master's work for him; the truly desperate did not have the luxury of choosing their saviors.

In the afflicted supplicant's mind, the whispered words of Mordekaiser would overpower all others. "There is a mountain in Ionia whose peak pierces the clouds. There is a plateau within those clouds, one where the line between living and dead is wafer thin. Go there, but remember: that speck you play host to desires to devour everything that you are. It will not allow your journey to proceed without interference."

[hinamie]

surprise it's yuri!!!in 2024

[larkiethings]

so today at work one of my coworkers hands me a box

I have no context for this. He’s a 50? 60? Year old plumber who tends to walk into the office, tell a dad joke, and leave. I’ve just arrived at work and am still putting my purse away. So he hands me this box and says it comes with instructions. I open it and unfold this

He says his great grandma probably made it

This pansy is the tiniest pocket in the world

It could use some blocking after who knows how many years in the box but look at these sweet little pansies!

The pattern was clearly typed on a typewriter, several pages of it. I guess this was an apron specifically for having your friends over for tea.

I just happened to be wearing a skirt that kind of goes with it, so I did wear it all day (it’s a @mayakern skirt!) and another friend said I look like I should be living in a shoe. Perhaps as some sort of mouse girl making pastries for the other woodland creatures. But uhhhhh what an incredible heirloom piece to just be handed. It’s probably twice as old as I am. I’m definitely going to bring it to stitch circle this week

[helluva-hazbins]

apollyodon asked:

He's been carefully stalking his father for at least two hallways, crouched and moving as quietly as possible. The boy is intending to pounce - @flameandindifference (hello!)

The Morningstar patriarch carries on all the same, seemingly unawares. Is he playing along or is he casually preoccupied as he appears to be as he makes his way along the many and vast corridors within the Morningstar mansion? Only time and the next course of actions will tell.

[codename-freya]

Little! Naruto spraypaints midget on Kaisa's door and runs away cackling.

Unprompted // always accepting

~*~ She didn’t hate children. She really didn’t. These two were testing her patience and sooner rather than later she would end up snapping at them. They were small, still so inexperienced and she knew that she needed to mind her words and bite her tongue in order to avoid lashing out. Kaisa wiped her face, flinging the water at the ground. She ground her teeth and closed her eyes. It would be of no use for her to yell at them. They were just children, younglings who still had innocence about them. Kaisa took a few breaths, calming herself and avoiding the explosion of her frustration and annoyance. If they hadn’t ran, she would have grabbed them both by the back of their collars and lectured them the entire way back to school and drop them off with their teacher.

“Why is it that these two harass me?” she murmured to herself, running a hand through her damp waves.

[criticalcrux]

@icybreaths  asked:

[for grimmjow] blows a puff of cold reiatsu into his ear as she shunpoes past him "yer guard was down~" ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The sudden bite of striking coldness against one side of his face causes him to shut an adjacent eye momentarily before he realizes it's source.

"Da fuck?!"

"Ya think that shit's cute?!" He grumbles as he catches glimpse of her cocky expression. "Tch."

[virtuous-absolute]

@crimsonstray asked:

"oy mister 69, wanna go for a drink?"

"Renji, you calling it a day already?"

Renji'd caught the dark haired soul reaper at a good time, he wasn't in the office and most of his work for the day had already been completed. He'd been outdoors assisting with some training exercises, nothing he felt badly walking away from, they'd already been winding down from the strenuous stuff.

"I think.... I will take you up on that offer and join you but I'm not too sure about the drinks. What'd you have in mind, exactly?"

[buggachat]

legitimate question ....... why do people like to tell me all the reasons they don't like miraculous ladybug? i know i complain about the fact a lot, and i find myself on the defensive a lot, and i keep telling myself i'll stop and let it go, but it really is hard when people are always coming onto my posts, in my replies, in my comments, on my art and my fics and my text posts and anything i make, and telling me blatantly all the ways that they don't like the thing that i so blatantly find enjoyment in. "the show is bad". okay? good for you? why are you on my post about it? why don't you make your own? why are you telling me, specifically, this, on the art/fic/analysis i made that i assume you found by searching through the tag?

it's kind of a behavior that i legitimately don't understand. I'm a human being and I hate a lot of things, too. there are things i've loved at first and been disappointed by and have strong opinions about. there are things i like to complain about. so i'll complain about them to my friends or my family or my cat. but i have never, once, not even for a single moment, thought, "oh let me go into the tags of this media, find a positive post about it written by someone who's having fun with it, and make it that random stranger's problem". never once.

i just don't get it. i really don't get it. i sometimes worry that i come across like i'm heavily critical of people who just personally don't like the show, when really i'm just trying to defend my interests to the droves of strangers who are always coming specifically to me to tell me all the ways they hate the thing that makes me happy.

just.......... why? where does the urge come from? what do you get out of this?