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[dokuhebi]

Hades @tobisden​

"Did I just see you regurgitate a scroll and swallow it again like it was nothing?" Hades isn't sure if he's disgusted or impressed.

They had been warned to stop messing with that jutsu, that trying to mimic the power of the rinnegan was a messy ordeal, and would likely end them up in trouble. Since the serpent had never heeded warnings, those words fell on deaf ears, and before they knew it, they had succeeded in one aspect of their objective. Or so they had thought. But portals were just as fickle as they had been told. Where they had ended up, when they felt gravity crush and swallow them whole, is a question they have not yet answered. The fail safe scroll they had kept on their person, or in their person as it were, did not appear to be working in this land. So it ends up being returned to its place, a rather eerie show when they swallow it like a serpent does a mouse. Appearing to defy physics, while looking so very effortless. The scroll was a reverse summon, and it was meant to transfer them back to their hideout when activated. That had failed, making them wonder just how far form home they were. A strangers voice breaks them from their thoughts, and they turn to look at the man - his dress code suggests they’re very far after all.

But swallowing objects whole as they are so prone to doing is something even those in their world find strange and inhuman, so for the moment, nothing seems considerably off about his comment. Well, if he had seen them with the scroll, there was a high chance he saw them arrive. And they just couldn’t have word getting out about their meddling with more illegal jutsu. A smile tugs lightly at their lips, as they turn to face the man with a deceptively friendly expression. “If you did, I’d have to kill you,” they say, “so why don’t you tell me dear, did you see anything?”

[despairforme]

Out of all the people I've met on here I'm so happy and honored I met you. I feel so close with you even after so many years. I'm so honored to be called your twin, it makes me happy to know that you're around and I always adore your art and nnoi and interactions with Lexie! ❤️💜5️⃣

     [ TWIN!!!!! You’re always incredibly kind and supportive of me? Like?? I’m super lucky to have such a good friend and amazing twin. I honestly dig that we are twins? It’s such a fun dynamic. I always enjoy our chats as well as our interactions. We’ve had so many good times together and I’ll always treasure them! Thank you for your kindness and support. It means a lot to me that you enjoy my Nnoitra since you write him as well, and understand him. And I’m always happy to hear fellow artists enjoy my art! And of course Lexie and I’s ship which means so much to me. Thank you again, this was so sweet of you!! ]

[eldunea]

🧝‍♀️ - ciel ( at least he was human once ) , juuzou & ferid ( also at least he was human once.... ) :3 hope this is okay I narrowed them down at least xD - @tobisden​ 

23andme, alien edition (accepting!)

CIEL.

      "many humans have close altean relatives without even knowing it. you’re no exception. the results here demonstrate that your father is fae elvish altean!” he gestures to the sheet in excitement. “many fae hate or are shunned by the society they come from, and so it’s not uncommon for them to assimilate into human society in response to that. or perhaps your parent was a changeling--an altean child swapped for a human one at birth.” no need to tell him the twisted reason why those babies were swapped--that was a revelation for another time. “now, as for the admixture that comes from your human heritage, you are predominantly snow elvish with ancestry from altea’s glaseas mountains and northwestern lakes, and sun elvish from the nomadic nzariel desert clans and the people of the injiri plateau. you should travel there someday--it’s one of the treasures of the sun elvish world. the plateau’s rock art is at least 500,000 years old!”

FERID.

      "oh, this one’s easy. i knew you had close ancestry somewhere as soon as i saw your ears,” he teases. “indeed, your results seem to show that you have one atlantian altean grandparent, making you 47.5% altean instead of the usual 30% altean that most people with human origins are. the atlantians’ city certainly is nowhere near either hungary or japan, but a huge part of atlantian culture is exploration, so your grandparent could have reached either one of those countries with ease.” he raises an eyebrow. “anyhow, for the remainder, 13% of your ancestry is from the moon elvish green lion clan, which happens to be my clan as well. 5% comes from cavern elves, who live underground right inside altea’s body and have produced many renowned religious leaders, and the final 4.5% comes from the plain elvish wolfdrake riders. you should read more about all of them. i’ve written several books that you may find illuminating.”

JUUZOU.

      "juuzou suzuya has undergone DNA testing to determine genetic ancestry…” he muses as he looks over the results on his pad. “your 30% altean heritage is split into four different sea elvish groups. you come from the reef people of their homeworld’s southwestern sea, the people of the ice at the northern pole, the people of the dragonfish in the southeast, and the lake-dwelling people of the equatorial islands. you also happen to be 0.1% olkari and 0.2% puigian, making you the first person i’ve tested today that shows traces of alien heritage. well,” he jokes, “i suppose everyone i’ve tested today has had alien ancestry, since every species is an alien to everyone else!”

[kenpxchi]

It would be nice if you'd share chocolates sometimes - from a slightly tipsy Shunsui....

“i mean, these ones are special. but i mean if you want some we can go grab some more.”

[reflectionbound]

@tobisden​ replied to your post: → valentine? valen-line! ← @tobisden​ said: ‘...

crona vc: NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT OH GOD

“ I understand if you’re ashamed to be seen with me. ”

[konjouki-archive]

AESTHETICS.

Bold what applies to your muse. Italicized stuff is situational.

Chipped nail polish. Glitter highlights. Tall trees with smooth bark. Tangled hair. Cinnamon sugar. Talking too loud and too fast. Overgrown flowers in your hair. Crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. Flirting. Walking home at three AM with no coat. Platonic hand-holding. Blowing smoke out of your nose. Dragonfly wings. Chaotic good. Freckles. Fairy rings. Secret meetings. Gender nonconformity. Leather. Smudged eyeliner. Forbidden fruit.

THE REAPER. Computer errors. A shiver down your spine. Haunting beauty. Hard liquor. Crowns of thorns. Shadowed alleyways. Decaying plant matter. Shattered mirrors. Broken glass. Corrupted memories. Stopped clocks. The scent of stale cigarettes. Tattered black hoodies. Walking your friends home. The crescent moon. The sea. A graveyard on a foggy day. Cold rings on cold fingers. Absolution. Looking out the window of an airplane. Soft kisses.

THE WITCH. Graffiti. Pretending to know what you’re doing. Worn paperback books. Growing up too fast. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Lace and combat boots. Moth wings. Candles on every surface. A weathered deck of cards. Turning the music up. Fireflies in jars. Calloused fingers. Drawing on your skin. Sunlight filtering through clouds. Petrichor. A dying rose in a jar. Wearing a crystal pendant. Illusions of spells. Black cats. Mint gum. Chapped lips. Dirt under your fingernails. The cycle of life and death.

THE WOLF. Murders of crows. Frostbitten leaves. Wolves howling at midnight. Knocking on your door. Leaving food out for stray animals. The twang of an acoustic guitar. Honey. Tiny red buds on trees. Claw marks on the walls. Golden eyes. Slightly too-long stubble. Knitted fingerless gloves. Sleeping on the forest floor. Always finding your way back home.

tagged by: @tobisden (thanks~!) tagging: @mctheriings , @zeitism , @damnatic , @missninetails , @enigmazul​ and anyone else that wants to do this!

[motylheir]

AESTHETICS.

Bold what applies to your muse. Italicised stuff is situational.

Chipped nail polish. Glitter highlights. Tall trees with smooth bark. Tangled hair. Cinnamon sugar. Talking too loud and too fast. Overgrown flowers in your hair. Crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. Flirting. Walking home at three AM with no coat. Platonic hand holding. Blowing smoke out of your nose. Dragonfly wings. Chaotic good. Freckles. Fairy rings. Secret meetings. Gender nonconformity. Leather. Smudged eyeliner. Forbidden fruit. THE REAPER. Computer errors. A shiver down your spine. Haunting beauty. Hard liquor. Crowns of thorns. Shadowed alleyways. Decaying plant matter. Shattered mirrors. Broken glass. Corrupted memories. Stopped clocks. The scent of stale cigarettes. Tattered black hoodies. Walking your friends home. The crescent moon. The sea. A graveyard on a foggy day. Cold rings on cold fingers. Absolution. Looking out the window of an airplane. Soft kisses. THE WITCH. Graffiti. Pretending to know what you’re doing. Worn paperback books. Growing up too fast. Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Lace and combat boots. Moth wings. Candles on every surface. A weathered deck of cards. Turning the music up. Fireflies in jars. Calloused fingers. Drawing on your skin. Sunlight filtering through clouds. Petrichor. A dying rose in a jar. Wearing a crystal pendant. Illusions of spells. Black cats. Mint gum. Chapped lips. Dirt under your fingernails. The cycle of life and death. THE WOLF. Murders of crows. Frostbitten leaves. Wolves howling at midnight. Knocking on your door. Leaving food out for stray animals. The twang of an acoustic guitar. Honey. Tiny red buds on trees. Claw marks on the walls. Golden eyes. Slightly too-long stubble. Knitted fingerless gloves. Sleeping on the forest floor. Always finding your way back home.

tagged by. @monsieur-de-paris​

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[maudlxne]

@tobisden is making me laugh like a dumbass

[dokuhebi]

"He he he ~ " Slow chuckles slipped from thin lips cloaked behind a large sleeve of a black cloak. "A soul wit'out a death date eh? My my, ye sure are an odd one aren't ye?" Eyes watched the other behind silver bangs. - from Undertaker xD

They didn’t know this man, and with the distance he speaks, they don’t think he knows them particularly well either. Which means his ability to read their souls apparent expiration date must be some form of power. A little ironic to then be calling them the odd one, given just how odd that greeting had been in itself. He is in good company however, little judgement will come from being informed of their souls current status. Instead, they take it as a rather good sign, that their pursuit for immortality was getting some recognition and confirmation. That he could see the ticking of the mortals clock, and that the hands on theirs had been frozen still.A little bit of pride can be taken with that - more so that he seems to think this is not ordinary, and therefore just that much more of a feat. “No stranger I imagine, than the one peering in to the souls of others hm?” they reply, golden eyes meeting the others gaze, observant and curious all at the same time. That they only wish their eyes could reveal more to them like his can. That a surface appearance is not all they had to work with. No matter, even with the information he has robbed off their form, he knows little still. The game of figuring the other out first is not completely at a loss for the serpent.“I have always found that working on other peoples time is not befitting for me. So I elected to take away any hindrances of a life expectancy,” they answer, since there was little need or point to hide their immortality, “you’re some kind of sensor then?”It is their only assumption for the moment, working with the rules of their own world and not the ones of his. For there was only one shinigami to the vipers knowledge. One they had fought and bested already.// @tobisden

[despairforme]

Maxwell looked at the young man as he left a store, wondering why he looked so down. He wasn't one to go out of his way usually but as a bishop of the church perhaps he should try to keep up appearances, "You look a little down, do you want to talk about it, my child?" A common term used with priests that he'd grown up around.

     SIGH. He really felt shitty today. It was just one of those days. A heavy feeling would hit him, seemingly without reason. It sucked. Not only because he felt like shit, but because feeling like shit made him feel pathetic as well. He had no REASON to be down, so why was he feeling like this? It didn’t make any sense. And - he didn’t know how to fight it. He had decided to go and get himself a chocolate bar, hoping that a treat would lighten his mood. He stood in front of the chocolate section for a while, wondering which one to get. In the end he decided on a thick one with coconut. He paid, and exited the shop, unwrapping it as he entered into the cold late-February day. A small shiver was ignored, and he popped the bar into his mouth, biting off about half of it in one go. It didn’t really make him feel better, he noticed. The need to sigh was suppressed. He really was GLOOMY today, wasn’t he? Better stay away from home. He didn’t want Grimmjow to catch his shitty mood.

     He took the second bite out of the chocolate bar, and chewed slowly. That’s when someone SPOKE to him. Nnoitra turned around, surprised that someone would want to talk to him. He generally gave off the vibe that it was best to stay clear, so it wasn’t too common for random people to say anything to him. Nnoitra’s expression changed into one of surprise. Do you want to talk about it, my child? Nnoitra didn’t to hear anything more than that to know that this guy was a priest. Nnoitra hadn’t talked to a priest in ages. Not since he was a kid. Nowadays, the only times he even SAW a priest was ONCE every year, for Christmas when him and Grimmjow went to church. But he never had a one-on-one conversation with one. Hell, Nnoitra had never even gone to Confession, though he had considered it many times. DID he want to talk about WHY he was feeling down? Absolutely fucking not. And especially not with a priest. Wasn’t that guy just going to judge him harder than anyone?

     ❝ Nah, I’m good, father. ❞ Nnoitra replied, a little bit of spite in his voice. He had mixed feelings about his Christian upbringing.  ❝ Pretty sure I’m gonna go ‘ta hell, so there ain’t no point in even tryin’. ❞ The priests he had talked to when he was a kid had always made him feel like shit. They had tried to scare him into being a better person, by telling him about Hell, the Devil and sins. Too bad it hadn’t worked at all. 

[reflectionbound]

→ valentine application. ← @tobisden​ -for Kidd from this poor panicking pinkette lol

Name: Crona Age: 14 Do you like to cuddle?: M-Maybe... Can we make-out?: OH GOD NO. I dunno how to handle that... A night in or dinner out?: N-night in. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: U-uh... Strawberries? What makes you a good Valentine?: I-I'm nice - M-maka says... Would you cook for me?: I w-would try! Would you let me cook for you?: Only if you want to.

     He knows this must have taken Crona a great deal of courage. So, naturally, Kid smiles and nods. “ It would be my pleasure to spend that evening with you, Crona. ”

          Accepted! 

[despairforme]

Valentine's is coming up, how are you celebrating? -from a modern, hiccuping shunsui :') ( he's lonely ok )

     If there was a course in minding your own fucking business, then Nnoitra knew a FEW people who should sign up to that class. Why people even took an interest in his personal life to begin with, was beyond him. This guy did have an excuse. He looked DRUNK. Old and drunk. Nnoitra was not a big fan of drinking. Not because he didn’t like alcohol, but because he was too paranoid. He felt like he ALWAYS needed to be on high-alert, and he couldn’t afford to have his senses slurred by drinking. The only times he WOULD drink was in the comfort and safety of his home, together with Grimmjow. Though, it took a lot to get him drunk so getting hammered would take effort.

     Nnoitra looked at the drunk, old dude. He could be what? 50-something? He looked kind of shabby, with stubble and long hair. Being drunk in the afternoon was pretty tragic, wasn’t it? Even Nnoitra thought so. Maybe the dude was LONELY. He probably asked Nnoitra because Nnoitra looked like the sort of person who would be alone on Valentine’s, and so the dude wanted to get it confirmed that he wasn’t the only one who wouldn’t have someone to celebrate with? Hah. Asshole. Guess what? Even if he didn’t look like ANYONE would wanna be with him, Nnoitra wasn’t single. He supposed it had to be pretty sad to be getting OLD and still be alone. Thinking about getting old was weird to Nnoitra, who didn’t think he would grow old. He was pretty sure he would die young, and that was… Fine. 

     A sigh left Nnoitra, and he briefly closed his single eye. Not something he did a lot, but he didn’t think this drunk dude was a threat. ❝ Why ya askin’? Ya don’t even KNOW me. ❞ Like HELL he was going to tell some stranger that he was going to spend the day with his boyfriend. It was tempting though, because of the assumptions this guy obviously made about him. It would’ve been fun to just prove him wrong. But nah. Nnoitra wasn’t comfortable with telling others about his relationship. 

[reflectionbound]

→ valentine? valen-line! ← @tobisden​ said: ‘ Somebody call the cops, because it’s got to be illegal to look that good! ‘ - from a stuttering crona bc blackstar def. put them up to it xD

     Suddenly, he recalls his own reflection. How many times has he desperately tried to dye his hair to rid himself of this asymmetrical STAIN? He’s lost count. Stiffening his shoulders, Kid puts out his closed fists and bows his head sincerely. He’s ready to be handcuffed and taken away... “ Please arrest me, Crona. ” He declares. His voice is entirely serious, and there’s no hesitation. “ I belong with the rest of the world’s garbage. ”

[despairforme]

"Whoa, I think you're the tallest guy I've ever seen!" -from the very smol maka

     ❝ YEAH I’m tall. ❞ It was funny how so many people deemed it necessary to point this out. As if Nnoitra wasn’t aware of the fact that he was tall. This person was just a kid though. Nnoitra didn’t like children - thanks to Nelliel -. This one was looking at him with big, green eyes. Nnoitra had no idea how old he was, because he was shit at determining the age of the creatures he met. Who would think that Nnoitra himself was over 850 years old? At least he knew that this kid wasn’t human. He could tell from his reiatsu.  ❝ Yer just a kid though, so ain’t like ya seen much. Though I doubt yer gonna meet someone taller than me. ❞ That was a lie. Yammy was taller than him. The fishtank too, and PLENTY of Hollow, like literally all the Menos Grande. But they probably didn’t count. It had to be strange, to be a child. Nnoitra couldn’t remember his own childhood, which was no surprise. He was just thankful he was NOT A KID. Imagine having your whole life ahead of you. What a fucking shitty thought!

[despairforme]

"You look delightfully like death was bred into your veins." -from undertaker 😅

     DEATH wasn’t the only thing that was bred into his veins. He supposed death was more of a consequence of who he was. Always seeking battle. Always seeking death. He had left countless of dead bodies behind him - and in front of him was an endless road of future kills. Not a SINGLE one of his kills had meant anything to him. Maybe that was part of being a Hollow, or maybe it was just part of being him. Nnoitra didn’t regret anything he had done. Whether or not this all made him, as the other put it ‘ delightful ‘? That was a different question. It was all the same to him. 

     ❝ Yeah? Ya like DEATH, huh? ❞ Did he WANT A TASTE OF IT? Nnoitra could easily deliver it to this creepy looking dude. Not that the guy had really done him anything, and Nnoitra didn’t feel compelled to kill him. Then again, only a small portion of his kills happened for a reason. He didn’t need a reason to fight - it was just WHAT HE DID. If he wanted to be strong - to get stronger, then surrounding himself with battle was the only way to go forward. Nnoitra didn’t think that this stranger had the same sort of philosophy as him. Few did. He seemed more playful than Nnoitra was.

[despairforme]

"Oh aren't ye an interestin' one. Never seen a soul witout its body just wanderin' around!" Soft, slow cackles came from the stranger hiding his eyes behind silver fringe. - from undertaker to hollow nnoi

     This wasn’t the first time Nnoitra had been called interesting. He had been called far worse, so he didn’t mind too much. It didn’t matter if this WEIRDO ( who seemed pretty creepy ) thought he was interesting or whatever. If Nnoitra got annoyed at him, he would simply kill him. Easy as that. It was a weird thing to say though, that he was wandering around without his body. Nnoitra DID have a body after all. A damned sturdy body. He wasn’t some fucking GHOST. And while most people couldn’t SEE him - they could FEEL him, should he decide to strike them. 

     ❝ ‘Da fuck ya talkin’ ‘bout? ❞ Oh - maybe the guy could SENSE his presence, but couldn’t see him? That would explain why he said Nnoitra didn’t have a body. ❝ Can’t ya SEE me? ❞ He wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t. After all, one needed a certain amount of reiatsu to SEE him. Then again, the guy seemed to know about ‘ souls ‘, AND judging from his reiatsu, he sure as shit wasn’t a human. Nnoitra wondered why it was that he somehow always ended up running into weird creatures. Maybe that was what one got for having such a long lifespan. Endless, it seemed. He would have to be prepared to meet all types of creatures throughout his life. This was just another one. This one? This one seemed to be having fun. That definitely wouldn’t last.