#insurged

[lunarscaled]

STOP BOOPING ME WHEEZES

you fool. I'm only going to do it more now.

[foremyth]

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar (grimmjow for aizen )

there is more of interest in the spill of curiosity that trails after grimmjow's stalking gaze when he thinks aizen cannot see him than in his hollow boasting. the shinigami has not told him that—hollows are almost skittish creatures, nocturnal animals that want the privilege to look without being looked at; and grimmjow's defensive pride is easily roused. all it takes is a fleeting remark, one knowing glance cutting slantly across the table. it happens one day, that troubling acknowledgment.

aizen is sitting at the far end of the table, slightly reclined against the backrest, with the casual sureness of strength. he lets his espada talk, argue to a degree, which they do burdened by the knowledge that a tap of his finger against the marble counter would take the air out of the room. it is something that sits bone-deep at their core, that they would roll on their backs and bare their throats the moment aizen showed the slightest hint of displeasure, regardless of pride and power. hollows acknowledge strength. but hollows acknowledge more than that, too.

aizen notices the way grimmjow's eyes settle on him. how they linger insistently, fleeing just a second before meeting with his. he ignores that with subtle grace until everyone else has been dismissed. “grimmjow.” when the arrancar turns, uncomfortably perceived for the first time, something in aizen twists just right. “you are invited to speak your mind next time. i always appreciate what you have to say.”

old memes galore.

[hypsoz]

a crimson feather hands him takoyaki take out :)

# 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ☆ ( doppo , int. ) ! @insurged

" ..... hm... " Back was hunched over as his eyes began to fuzz and glaze over from staring at a screen. He blinks slowly in hopes of rejuvenating himself out of sheer willpower - but instead, he continues to sit lifelessly with the computer mouse tucked in his palm.

This ... working from home ... his boss said it was a mandatory sacrifice to getting one's work done - to go above and beyond for the company! - But Doppo didn't notice his co-workers taking their laptops home that Friday evening. How annoying ... but he wouldn't say a word.

Miserably he bows his head in defeat, eyes go black and he is effectively asleep. Soft snoring until his nose twitches, and he rises sluggishly to see the food before him.

" ..... Ah ... d-did you get this for me?? You shouldn't waste your money on me like that! "

[breathofcosmos]

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room ( from knives for fenix <3 )

It feels like a challenge at times.

Eyes catch and hold, forgotten forest green and that chilling blue. A dare to look away and break first until something inevitably pulls one of their attentions. Childish sometimes, indecipherable others, and it didn't feel like she'd even been here that long.

In the grand scheme of two people who didn't seem to age, or barely did at all.

Hers breaks this round, called forward by somebody else calling her name another time. Muscles in her jaw tick once as she allows her arm to be taken, argentate stripes pulsing along the point of contact. No more stifling chemicals and makeup to hide them here, nor her innumerous qualities that makes her seem more inhuman with every lingering peek.

Studies aside; watching the white tails of a lab coat disappear; Fenix does not look back toward him yet, pressing her thumb over the little puncture instead, a faint rumble on her tone. "Can I help you? Or would you like a picture?"

[wistrea]

@insurged sent: ❛ did you think i wasn't going to notice? ❜ ( from wesker hehe )

the tearing on her skin is accompanied by the pain of her own disappointment, as she bled over the bathroom sink in an attempt to patch herself up, crimson - stained shirt floating along the surface of the nearby bathtub. the remnants of a job that frustrated her in the aftermath. she had pushed herself a little too hard this time, she thought to herself she presses the bandage against the open wound along her abdomen. it was foolish to continue her pursuit after her target when she knew she would need her serum soon, and she knew that at the time, but she could not allow loose ends to slip her grasp [ ... ] even when her head had begun to spin, even when the pierce had spread to her chest. it was a risk she had decided to take.

fatigue and blood loss render her far too tired to rewrite the pattern 'pon her flesh, as she so often does in order to hide the scars that litter her flesh, remnants of experiments to make her better, as they had said. they etch into her back, written atop her ribcage. if she was not going to be a useful weapon for umbrella, then they ensured she would be a defective product, as they told her themselves. to break her apart and put her back together again in a way that ensured she would not survive without their intervention.

she hears him before she looks at him through the mirror, lilac eyes flickering to meet wesker's own, obscured by dark shades as always. ❛ honey, i'm home?     ❜  she offered in a dry tone that kills her lackluster attempt at humor. if it had been anyone else, she would have turned them away to hide the scars from her skin, or the wounds she nursed, in an attempt to preserve the air of invincibility she builds herself around in order to hide her own morality. oddly enough, she does not find the urge to.

❛ if you're here to give me your criticism on my performance, i might actually kill you, wesker.     ❜ she muttered, as she continued to wrap the cloth bandage around her abdomen, trying not to wince when he could see. ❛ nothing ever gets past you, i suppose.     ❜

[kumonowana]

@insurged ; shunsui

SHUTARA PONDERS WHAT BROUGHT THE HEAD CAPTAIN OF ALL PEOPLE HERE . she did not summon him , nor had she requested his presence . another meeting about the quincies ? the thought alone made her stand from her throne , the multiple rolls of fabric glowing around them . ❝ your heart seems heavier . ❞

[no1psychic]

"a lifetime of disappointment has given me douche - ray vision."

@insurged ( gojo ) gets a goofy starter!

[wargod]

STARTER , @insurged 1/2 ✰ Garou

"I mean... You don't look great. But that's alright! Maybe people won't notice!" that relentless optimism was a plague. It held their tongue for the younger even though he was surely aware of the shameful state he stood in. So as long as he held himself tall and proud, he could make it work. Radiating confidence is key to trick others into a good impression, or intimidating impression. Dawa hummed to themself, patting the young man on the shoulder, having to extend their arm quite far to do so. "I would say don't move around too much or else the stitches will come undone, but~ That's a futile request isn't it?"

[groazei]

@insurged liked for a starter!

--- ❝ WELL, WELL . . . ❞ Alucard finds himself chuckling at the similarly dressed fellow of the night; Making the vampire amused as the night light formed around them. ❝ The night is full of surprises. ❞

[foremyth]

❝ i rather like interfering. it’s kind of my thing. ❞ ( madara for tobi )

“so? go bother my brother, i'm sure he will be delighted to entertain your interference.”

as he looks over his shoulder to take in his unwanted guest, tobirama rolls his eyes and sighs. his reaction does not seem to surprise the uchiha, who addresses him without meeting his disdainful glare—no, he is looking past tobirama. at the lifeless body that's laid across the operating table, open and pliant under the sapient movements of his hands. it is caught in the blue fire of his chakra, that shines in the back of his vitreous eyes like lamplight dancing through a colored glass. his hands are also enveloped in molded chakra, sharp as scalpels, and where he touches, the corpse is cut and bleeds dark, oily blood. too fresh, too thick. the man, whoever he was, has died not too long ago. “unless you are volunteering as a test subject, that's the door.”

there is a shaky edge to the bluntness of his tone. he realizes he must have sounded way too unnerved, and he grits his teeth in plain annoyance, his jaw set, his frown deep. hashirama is not supposed to know of this.

baldur's gate 3.

[fractempyreal]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐍 ,  𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 .        Whatever kind of life that once lived in it now having long vacated the vicinity .   The Devil hadn't thought to take up any kind of mission dealing with saving an entire CITY ,   yet here they were ,   doing just that .   A disdainful scowl ripples across stoic features as they ruminate on the thought ,   but quickly disappates as they approach the wrecked comms panel .   Gaze sweeps over the surface as they search for something ,   ANYTHING ,   that might allude to the cause of the outburst .   

𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐁 ,        Vergil reaching out so as to knock it off towards the ground with a muted THUMP .   The blood has dried by this point ,   leaving the file warped but not unopenable .   There's a gentle rustle ,   before the pause in motion  &  a putrid scent that keen nose picks up   (  something ,   someone ,   is present nearby ,   &  they were not human  ) .   Head turns ,   &  pale gaze narrows towards the entrance as they see a form standing there .   Hand once at the opening of the folder ,   now slowly resting on hilt of weapon .   

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    —   I believed this facility abandoned ,    ❜         𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 ,   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 .       Moreso a WARNING than an unbridled threat .   Whether ally or foe was yet to be determined ,   &   The Devil was not the type to pretend amicability towards a stranger .        ❛    I suggest you continue on .    ❜ / @insurged

[shegore]

❛  . . . sit still ! ❜  he insists on fidgeting while she wraps gauze around his torso - so annoying, but what's the point of having a med school drop - out for a girlfriend other wise ? the moment @insurged walked through the door, she knew something was amiss - he's great at bearing the pain, but something was off. ( if you ask her how she knows , she'll brush it off , says it's nothing. )

❛ this is the third time this month - you're staying home tomorrow.❜ 

[warriorcrown]

@insurged // starter call

" huh-- it seems there is always an exception. "

aloud did vegeta complete his internal thoughts, as this particular creature was odd enough for thoughts to become spoken word. thus far had the lifeforms on this planet being unamusing for him. dull and boring, barely much of a fight, barely much of anything. it meant an easy job, clearing out the planet and presenting it to lord frieza to sell off easily. his timeliness in his short departure and quicker return would be praised, even if it was always a temporary acknowledgement before the next assignment came.

but if he was to be that demon's dog for the remainder of time, vegeta needed more than an easy slaughter. he needed the thrill and excitement of conquering, of besting a near-equal foe, but coming out triumphant over all.

those planets were where he thrived, blood-soaked and finally alive. this planet hadn't seemed to be one of them. not until he came across this giant of a man, he presumed, and the scanner over his eye pinged with a power level far superior to that of any other he had come across.

" do you have a name? "

a name he would forget, but light conversation usually was a good way to evaluate one prior to battle.

[strywoven]

closed. // @insurged ( ft. gojo + kaen )

The wisps practically f l o c k to the man , sing-song trilling in glee as they gather upon his shoulders and attempting to nest within white tresses.  Kaen smiles at the sight of their friend all adorned in harmless fire , twinkling and shimmering to the tune of the sprites’ and their incessant fawning over his presence.

❝ Gee , always so popular , ❞ They remark sardonically , motioning for him to sit where he likes ; their space is his , after all.  Kaen themself settles onto the couch , cocked against the arm , ❝ I’m glad y’came , ❞ S u r p i s e d is more like it.  Given their exchange a few weeks ago ( the little gesture of affection , the little offering they made ; a mistake , they realize now & regret it immensely ) , Kaen figured they had chased Gojo off for good.  ❝ Woulda’ broken m’eart if somethin’ silly like that changed things. ❞  As always , their words are playful , lighthearted , but there’s a trace truth to them they hope goes undetected ( they do not deserve to speak so freely about such things ; they have no footing in such human affairs & never will ) .

❝ But , I needa’ talk t’you. ❞  Expression turns serious , chin propping into scarred palm.  ❝ I wanna know how long y’ve known. ❞  About what they r e a l l y are , Kaen means.  And then , ❝ Not often do people catch on.  And here I thought I was doin’ well with m’tricks ! ❞  They groan dramatically , slumping against the armrest , deflating into a withering puddle.  ❝ Shit’s not easy , y’know ... ❞  As if to imply they work RATHER HARD to feign humanity ( but why ? ) .

[iedolon]

" there's no need to entertain him if it proves too difficult. anyone could tell what that guy is trying to pretend to be for you. "

｛ ✧ : ATUALLY PT. 2 ( penomeco ) / @insurged

[mundmutter]

🌿🍒 ( from gojo )

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

― 🜛 ― he takes a smug approach when dangling the little plant high above her head; all too confident in what he presumes to be her usual reaction to these antics. Huffing and puffing goes the little wolfie, possibly pawing at his face to weakly discourage this action. and yet, though she knows he feels no desire for her reciprocation, and though he was more than likely to be confused than happy, she chose to ignore the burning words of her sober mind and follow the lead of wine still enabling her deeper thoughts. 

the distance closes quicker than she thought it would, heart hammering as loud and as brisk as that intrusive choice pounding at the thorny door that guarded her feelings. She didn't even need to tiptoe to reach his face, as he had bent forward to further tease her ― but did he not realize just how badly that teasing could hurt her? When their lips met, he tasted so unlike anything she could have ever imagined. A motley of spirits, candies, and warm foods ― and a bit of that childish boy that had so bravely saved her from that old cage. 

So warm, and so very, very sad.

The tender kiss she gifted him spoke only of her ache. The hands that settled against the steady calm of his chest could do little more than shake. She turned her head and kissed him again, seeking comfort from the warmth of his tongue, pressing herself to his body in a poor hope that he might hold onto her. Grip onto her waist to tug her closer to him too. To hold her, to return her kiss, to be at her side. And yet, this little fantasy only reaches her reality through a simple, running tradition of kissing beneath a little plant.

     " I hope you have fun playing your little game, Satoru. " there's a realization behind her eyes when they finally part, using her thumb to smear the remnant crimson that had painted his lips. Her realization that it would only ever be this way with the two of them, that his prompt had no deeper meaning ; that no tears could fall when there was no chance to begin with, and that she ought to have known his affection would never live outside the guise of a little joke. He had swung that little plant above her because he thought she would never do it.

He's so much crueler than she could have ever imagined. Even still, she managed to walk away without meeting his face again, already knowing how much confusion or laughter would come her way if she stayed.

    " Merry Christmas. " whispered, before returning to the party, swallowed up by all the students and their raucous celebrations.