#endhell

[scrinja]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@endhell​ said: Everyone else would have died a happy death over this chance, but she could just grimace at the very idea of working with this guy. She barely knew him apart of being quite desired and liked, but mostly having a terrible art style in her opinion, potentially ruining her good grades. Why in the world must it be partner work. "I guess now you are awake," she comments, considering their fate; having rolled over and stopping right beside his table. Popular or not, she wasn't afraid, if anything, just annoyed as she doubted it would be easy with a guy who sleeps mostly in class. "I'm Gao Fang." In case he was completely unaware of her existence; at least she did not have to carry her stepfather's surname, which would have intensified some other issues.  

     it had been a long night, & even longer morning, that everything in-between was nothing more than a hazy memory—a blurred image that tried to be solidified, only to be whisked away with each blink. anyone would have been able to tell that he didn’t get much sleep. his yawns, giving away his exhaustion. teachers barely acknowledged it, though. be it pity, or disinterest for the boy who had lost his parents, a few years ago. when he wasn’t dozing off, he was sketched in his notebook, with a cheek resting against his palm. the sound of his pencil dragging along the paper became his sole focus at times. it made everything more bearable.

      his eyes were partially opened, then closed. a shadowy image was in his plane of sight, but he could not make what it was until another blink followed, & then, another. the image becoming more clear, once his vision became less foggy. it didn’t feel like he had slept for long, but the way that he was greeted with, suggested otherwise. instinctively, sangwoo rubbed his eyelids with the back of his fist, as he tried to stir himself awake. his yawn was contained by having his lips pressed together, not allowing himself to exhibit any more of his evident tiredness. his eyes narrowed in her direction, before placing crossed arms over the table, using them as support when he leaned in the direction of his classmate, whilst wearing a lazy smile upon his lips.

     “i know you.” he confirmed. his voice, a bit hoarse from not speaking until now. it warranted a clearance of his through. “sorry ‘bout that. i worked till late.” which was only partially a lie—the main reason behind his struggle to sleep, being the very house he inhabited. if it wasn’t one thing, it was another. “i know, i know. no excuse, but i will try to do better.” ‘ try ‘ being a key component here. this time, he’d smile with his eyes. “oh sangwoo... since we are exchanging introductions. i look forward to working with you.”

[mugunghwc]

@endhell​

     it had felt like a slap across the face to be disregarded in such a way, that there was no room for reason or explanation. just a door being shut, startling her & her cat, who ran off. her head sunk in between shoulders, which became tense & her eyes were closed tightly. the silence that followed was deafening.

     “...” she did not know if the sigh that was released, was one of relief, or because she had been holding her breath for too long. nevertheless, it came & with it, also the burden that she had been carrying all morning. everything felt much colder now. the only trace of any company, being the leftover dishes that remained on the table. she should pick those up. should eat as well, but after being faced with the unknown, a feeling of inadequacy remained. lithe fingers finally let go of her hair, as she walked towards the living room in search for taro. a comfort amidst turmoil. her head lowered down, as rei searched behind the furniture, where she’d find out the feline on edge, pressed against the corner. the sight, somewhat reminded her of herself, smiling sadly at the animal.

     “it’s okay...“ her voice was soft as she spoke & encourage taro to come out of hiding, finding refuge in her arms. at least, by him, her presence was welcomed. sitting over on the couch with the cat in arms, rei began to stroke him as a means to ease the feline, & herself. it wasn’t long until she found herself playing what had just happened in her head, wondering where everything went wrong. perhaps, when she decided to be in the company of another person. for a translator, she wasn’t good with words. her brows knit together as she frowned, chastising herself in her mind.

      ‘ stupid...’ she murmured, aimed at herself.

      her phone remained in the kitchen, with a message still without opening. rei had even forgotten it was there in the first place—too busy overthinking.

[shecharm]

SMOKE is exhaled, yet she keeps kiseru ‘gainst her lips - likely for another puff here in just a moment. lounging, comfortable as she was yet she is aware that there is another presence. “come to pray?” question comes along the wave of silky vocals, easily missed if not paying attention due to her tendency to remain soft spoken. “take your time.” a set of time lustrous tails sway along the expanse of about a dozen purple cushions, those which she currently lay upon. she is clearly at ease with their presence.   (  ||  @endhell​​  ♥  )

[kitschd]

@endhell​ continued from [x]

Fuck, she had seen him.  To the ordinary by-stander, it definitely looked like a mom scolding her son.  Wouldn’t be surprised that’s what people thought when they were together because of their height difference and were speaking English to each other.  Seeing David at work must of looked strange, especially since his ensemble of a dark maroon suit, black dress shirt that exposed a bit of his faintly toned torso, and gold cross chained necklace made him look like he stepped out of Scarface.  

David looked so out of place along side his very attractive Korean co-workers.  He was the youngest host there, coming across more cute than handsome.  Not like he never got clients.  That had been his appeal so far, even if the women he attracted wanted fulfil their parental instincts with him rather than their sexual needs.  

He tried his best to stay calm and composed as she grabbed him.  He smiled nervously and clears his throat.  “David?”, he played dumb.  “I think you must be confused for someone else, ma’am.  My name is Leo.  Were you interested in experiencing Tokyo’s Eden this evening?” God, it didn’t sound nearly as cool when he said it.  

[donner-katze]

Ask muse how good they are at.. [ ACCEPTING | X ]

@endhell​ asked:

😏 - lying

               “ Do you need your ego stroked again, Kugo~? I can muster up a few decent lies for you, if so- ”

[deivorous]

@primerawolflord submitted: 🍒  +  @endhell

🍒 Positivity Meme 🍒

SNUUUUU. Gosh, I was reminiscing in their DMs the other day about how thankful I was that I got to meet her so early in my rp days. They’re the very first person who ever wrote with me other than my friends who brought me into rp. I feel like I’ll always be really grateful for that introduction and the fact that we’re STILL MUTUALS! (Cuz, like damn I did not know what I was doing back then, and I still don’t.)

Actually, I’m gonna take this moment to have a little fangirl over here because I actually followed Snu before I was even IN rp. I followed one rp blog,: Skyvar. I was so transfixed! The characterization (I was never in love with Kugo and then I founds Snu and 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩) was amazing, their writing is so enjoyable to read, their dialogue, the aesthetic, the art, the humor, the romance - I’ve been reading their stuff and loving every second of it. If there’s a thread on my dash I read it. I honestly think that I probably wouldn’t have been convinced to land here if it’s not for Snu.

 And then I GOT HERE and they was so quick to write with me, to let me bounce ideas, to grow my muse, and I’ve been so excited to write with them for every thread we’ve done, which at this point has been multiple muses and multiple blogs, and even when I vanish for unexpected or explained hiatuses, they’re always here to welcome me back.

I really love Snu’s tendency to create NPCs for their canons, expanding their worlds in a way that once can’t without that same expansion - and then watch them take it to a new extreme (as demonstrated by these three once npcs now ocs on her blog). It creates a much more expansive world and I find it really immersive. (I’m super obsessed with Kugo’s sister and Zanpakuto in case anyone was wondering 🥵🔥).

Snu is definitely one of the staples of my RP experience and deserves every compliment I could possibly think to give. They’re faithful and dedicated to their muse and to telling his story, despite a generally unsympathetic fandom opinion of Kugo, and has changed a lot of minds about him, which is a powerful skill in the RPC. I can’t wait to see where they go next and I’m so happy we keep writing together!!

[keikakudori]

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

the salty af munday meme

i'd say one of the worst things that's happened to me, rp wise, is losing touch with people i loved writing iwth. i understand life sweeps people up and away and that there's no obligation that they must stay and keep writing with you, but it's absolutely something that's made me sad. i had such a good friend way back in high school who i'd stay up late with for the purposes of writing together and i have no idea what happened to her; i remember she said she was going into the navy so i hope that she's been having a good life. she was a wonderful person who would write all kinds of shenanigans with me back in the day.

and, thanks to the pandemic, there's a new added layer of quiet fear for me that has me going "did it get them? did the 'rona get them?" because you just don't know if someone who was a friend of yours has passed away. i was told that the first kaname i wrote with, iustacaecastae ( i really need to go dig through my archive because i'm sure i butchered their url ) passed away due to cancer. given my own recent experience with having cancer, it's just heartbreaking.

i'd say losing people you know and were friends with to life is probably one of the worst things.

[solitariusdeluna]

"Family always looks like it solves all problems but it cannot be that easy," Ginjo comments, mildly amused a Hollow found his happiness here.

send starrk asks!

' hm. ' a fellow wayward rukongai resident that knew what he was and why he was here -- he was still unsure how since starrk himself hadn't disclosed that. it wasn't like he was broadcasting it since he was supposed to be keeping the babies' existence a secret until they grew old enough at least. -- but former the primera espada had barely interacted with the fullbringer.

Ginjo seemed amused as he asked him the question. starrk thought it might be because he must find it ridiculous. a being like him having a family. it was an anomaly. and certainly, one he hadn't planned on -- not that he could have even if he wanted to. he never thought such a thing was possible and yet here they were. the anomaly of a life that was now his blessing.

' if you look at it that way, nothing is ever really easy, right? I'm not saying this, but it has become a heck of a lot easier now that i'm much more used to dealing with things. ' at the start, it had been practical hell not just for him but for his mate too. they were way out of their depth and they had no one to rely on but themselves. but somehow, they had managed and eventually, a routine was established that allowed for some semblance of sanity. and now that the twins were a little older, they were no more waking nights, thankfully.

but now was the daunting time of them moving about and sticking every little thing they saw in their mouth. that was their form of discovery, but it was difficult to keep up. They kept him on his toes when he had them outside the little playpen area he had made for them.

' i didn't have it before and I can't recall my actual human life since it was centuries ago. but family and spending time with them, that really is important. i'm learning that now more than ever. '

[illholy]

tell me how u developed her, or idk rather her origins - the day u were like, damn i need to create this oc 👀 what'swordingasdfgh

𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅         :       always loved. ↳   @endhell​ 

snow  !    first of all,   I missed you so much !    (   like,   I super do !  )  and secondly,   thank you for allowing me to start this blog  THIS  way !?   it’s such a good way to begin .   my god the way this ask made me smile so, so much ! 

Now,   to answer !    This all began in the first place because I wanted to write for a character that is incredibly innocuous,   someone that can be perceived as   ‘ inoffensive ’   someone that is essentially  just  gratuitously nice.   I thought it would be fun to play with a character that is incredibly unremarkable  ;   like a passing character.    (  that’s why judith looks the way she does as well,  someone that is  ‘ average ’  as if, upon first meeting,  you wouldn’t think she’s any sort of danger nor of interest really !  ) 

Then follows the  HORROR !    I adore this genre to bits,  but especially things that involve inescapable fears,  threats  -   ultimate bad endings and terror in relationships.  Those types of horror that leaves a bad taste in your mouth.  lmao.   I think that’s why Judith devolved into this sort of character were yes she is in fact harmless  and she is in fact inoffensive and innocuous but with a dash of unknowable discomfort.    Like even if she’s gentle with you, treats you well, never harms you, etc, etc,  something is just a little askew with her.  (  I guess,  horror in sanctity.  people with religious trauma will get it !  Like that yucky feeling you get when you’re confronted by  ‘ religion ’ !   it in itself is good and kind but boy is it gross. )

IN THE END,     I just woke up and thought  :   “ it’s time to actually make an oc. ”   Judith is actually my first ever OC  on tumblr.     

random.    you know, snow ! we’ve been mutuals for so long huh ?   I think you’ve seen this oc grow from one thing to another.   thanks so, so, so much for just being there !   You’re actually one of the reason as to why I’ve brave the way into fiddling with fandom verses, I was hesitant and shy but because you gave me a chance and helped me explore things, I was able to do something fun and interesting !    I even still have the drawings you’ve made of Judith and grimmy!  hahaha   I adore you so, so much!  Again, just thanks for being with me all through out !! 

[deathleadsarc]

@endhell​  | s.c.  

―    🜛    ―    " Oh  no,  I  mean  you  no  harm  ―  not  at  the  moment!  "        a  woman  that  stands  amidst  the  city,  tiptoed  upon  a  tall  lamppost  in  observation  of  the  humans  below.  Surprise  paints  itself  brightly  upon  the  softened  visage  the  moment  she'd  witnessed  the  man  leap  directly  across  from  her.  Not  another  Quincy.  Not  a  Human    ―    Shinigami?  

How  Funny!  How  Funny!  Is  he  coming  to  attack  me?  Here  I  thought  I'd  have  a  monotonous  time  in  the  land  of  the  ordinary!  

There  is  a  swift  return  in  her  demeanor,  with  stretching  smile  and  the  twinkling  behind  that  vermillion  gaze  returning  in  gorgeous  splendor.  With  the  sunset  warming  her  back,  she  spread  her  arms  out  to  display  the  absence  of  weaponry.      "  I've  only  come  to  gather  a  few  new  pieces  of  fodder,  you  see,  why  is  that  cause  for  being  accosted  by  a big  scary  man,  hm?  Hmm?  "

[erloeser-a]

CONT. FROM HERE ❣ @endhell​

     the female nodded in agreement as soon as her name was uttered, still no movement upon her face whilst polishing another glass behind the counter. “ yeah, that’s me.” the demon’s gaze would travel back to the male; there had been something familiar about his face, his scent even. though, any kind of memories including him seemed inaccessible. with the glass set aside, she’d lean on the wooden bar, tilting her head to the side. 

    what kind of question was that? “no, i wouldn’t know why.” her voice remained blunt. though, this was quite the confusing situation; her memory wasn’t this bad, was it? quickly would she take in his features again; the stranger (or perhaps not) was indeed quite handsome, so maybe...”did we have sex at a certain point?” still, no emotions on her cold face framed by pale red hair. “i tend to forget that..a lot.” with a myriad of partners, how could one possibly remember them all? 

[scrinja]

 @endhell​​

    it was not the first time that he was pulled over—drawing an elongated, & exacerbated sigh that escaped past his lips. his irritation, becoming visible when he glanced through the rearview mirror & caught sight of the sorry bastard whom he’d have to deal with. great. it was time to pull his best face & give out a performance, in order to get out of the situation he had found himself in. at least, the boot of his car had been already emptied—devoid of any extra weight. his fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, as he caught a glimpse of their shoes through the external mirror. the phrase ‘ objects in mirror are closer than they appear ‘, for some odd reason, caused him to chuckle. anticipation was built in the short time he waited.  his facial muscles became lax, as well as his back—leaning against his seat before rolling down the window & turning the ignition key. sign of his cooperation, & that he did not plan to speed off. he was, in fact, very confident over his act.

      “ah, good morning, officer.” eyes are nearly shut when he smiles ; bittersweet in nature. it did not match the hollowness of his eyes—adorned with dark circles underneath them, from countless nights in which sleep was hard to obtain. it wore him out. no matter how many years had passed already. the voice that was supposed to lull him to sleep, now haunted him. he was never alone, despite living by himself.

    his grip on the wheel loosens ; posing himself as calm & collected as possible. “was i going over the speed limit?” he inquires, feigning ignorance over what had been the reason why he caught the officer’s interest to begin with.  of course, he was. he wanted to get away from the area as soon as possible, & go back to what was considered to be ‘ normalcy ‘. better be that, than being asked again over that stupid whore. all that buzz about her disappearance, was beginning to get on his nerves. just one less nuisance in the world. who could possibly miss someone like that?

     “my bad.” he offers ; carrying no regret in his voice. “didn’t want to inconvenience you, so early in the day.”

[mugunghwc]

@endhell​

     life as it was kept him busy; constantly going back & forth between one thing & another. a balance that he had yet to fully achieve with the recent addition to his life. this new development that begged him to take some time off duty & give himself a semblance of a personal life that went beyond himself. between business partners & clients, he rarely ever had the space in his schedule to enjoy the simplest things—things that anyone his age could enjoy, even if it was during the weekend only. however, his position didn’t allow that in the most traditional sense, because he was not just a businessman, but a leader; the force behind an entire organization, & the support of many.

   it was his shadow who had to remind him: ‘don’t push it’. he didn’t need to starve or deprive himself of sleep because he was human too. it wasn’t just those within the jingweon mafia that needed him, but the two people living now at his home & making it less lonely.

    it was okay to take some time to himself; some time to unwind & detach himself from everything for a moment. at least, that was what he told himself as his phone was pulled ( the one he used for his more personal matters ) & scrolled through the fewer contacts that he had in it with a name already in mind. upon finding it, the man stopped, hesitating for just a moment before dialling. the phone rang a few times until it was finally picked; a voice that he still recalled to this day.

      “kugo ginjo? this is joon-gi han. are you free to talk?”

[despairforme]

Often several models apply for the same job, how upset would nnoitra be if he doesn't get the spot for the photo shooting? Does he do runway too?

      Well - That had actually not happened to him yet. Nnoitra tapped his chin with a fingertip while he thought. ❝ I don't think I'd give a shit? Ain't my problem if they don't like me. ❞ He didn't take any PRIDE in being chosen. It was all just shallow shit anyway. Looking ' interesting ' and having people want HIM to be on posters or whatever? It didn't make him feel good about himself. He didn't value looks. Not when it came to himself at least. He had never wanted to be good-looking or handsome. Yeah, he had always wanted to be less skinny, but not for the aesthetic part. So no, if he got turned down for a job, it wouldn't bother him. It would mean less work. If he started to have a hard time booking jobs, maybe they'd drop is contract at the modelling agency. That --- That might be a way for him to get out of it all. It was not a bad idea. Nnoitra thought about it some more. Mah... If he lost this job - he'd be back to basically living on the streets. That had NOT been a good life either. Was this one any better? No freedom, but plenty of money vs all the freedom - but no money. In a way, not having any money had also taken away his freedom. There really was no winning here! It was probably best if he kept booking modelling jobs. Maybe he could TRY to find some pride in it... Being chosen over other guys? SHOULDN'T that make him feel good? He'd try to work on that. But no, he didn't think he'd be upset if someone got chosen over him.

      As for the second question. ❝ Yeah, I do. What? Ya hirin'? ❞ It was a joke. He was supposed to SELL himself, right? Nnoitra absolutely hated runway work. It was the worst. The outfits were always ridiculous, and he had to walk all awkwardly. While people watched him. It was... Bad. He hated it. Unfortunately, he booked a LOT of these jobs. It was his height and his long legs - or so he had been told. Gross. If it was up to him, he wouldn't do ANY such jobs.

[deivorous]

@endhell​​ || Continued

“Now look who is talking,”  and he let out a snort, as Grimmjow was not really in the position to make such statement. Though, there were certainly differences between them but he doubted that this guy was a very trustworthy ally for the Shinigami now, and whatever the deal was between him and Kurosaki.

“Would you recommend me your place then, or what? I would probably starve to death there.”  Another snort. He had actually never seen Hueco Mundo, just heard about it and its description doesn’t make it really worthy to visit, even less staying there. Even more so it was impressive, how they cling to their life, despite such plain existence. Arrancar were the most human-like version of a Hollow, but still enough beast in there to keep them going. He doubted most humans would like such existence, which held no reason whatsoever apart of eating other souls.

Grimmjow’s lip curls into a sneer at the insult.

“I wasn’t invitin’ you.“ Like hell do they need any more shinigami running around in Hueco Mundo. Though it does raise and interesting question. Not the sort that Grimmjow would usually waste his time on, but he was bored enough to find someone for the sole purpose of conversation (or violence) so he indulges the train of thought.

“You’d be fine. Just eat the hollows like the rest of us.”  He can smell the twinge of hollow in Kugo’s reiatsu. It’s distinctive. “It ain’t gourmet bet yer not exactly all human.” If Grimmjow can survive on just human food then why wouldn’t the reverse be true? Sure, hollows don’t taste near as good as katsudon or steak unless they’re real strong, but its sustenance.

He smirks suddenly, a fresh insult leaping to his mind and tongue.

“You don’t gotta worry to hard on it though. A thing like you’d get killed long before you starved.”

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@endhell​

4. [heated stare] ✌️

[heated stare] - Your muse gazes heatedly at mine, clearly undressing them with their eyes.

  As she rose a glass of bourbon to her lips, Mukuro felt a familiar gaze on her。 While she hadn’t been at the bar long, in fact she just arrived and leaned against the bar top as she waited for her drink to be made and placed in front of her when she felt the familiar, searing stare。

  Straightening her posture, her sharp eyes grazed across the other patrons of the bar, while some were ogling her, none were giving her that intense gaze until she finally pinpointed who it was。 From both the distance away as well as the dim lighting in the bar, Mukuro couldn’t get a good look at who was staring at her。

  Perhaps it was because of the rather good mood she was in, Mukuro decided to entertain the notion of interacting with the man who’s eyes were locked onto her body。 Drink in hand, Mukuro approached him, joining him at the table he sat at。 Making sure to add a bit more of a sway to her hips as she walked。

「My, my〜 with a gaze like that, I’m surprise my clothes haven’t melted off by now。」

【 sexual tension / attraction prompts 】              ♡              【 accepting 】