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[flshstep]

ᓚᘏᗢ ⁄ ❤'d ミ @yxngrou.

'....You are giving me whiplash...being Aizen's child I mean.'

[reiiishii]

@yxngrou // Starter [Szayelaporro]

Oh what did Aizen's brat want this time? He swore Akari had the WORST timing...

A brief glance over Merisi's shoulder as he continued to poke and prod at her back, wires and tubes hanging down from the ceiling connected to her back.

"You came at the worst time, brat." Was all he said before returning to the task at hand, feeling his prized possession grip onto him tighter as he went back to her maintenance.

"Did you come to entertain yourself or do you have a question that won't waste my time?" Szayelaporro spoke up again, free hand going to hold his fraccíon in place with a gentle touch. "Because as you can see...I'm busy."

[zrygrmn]

@ichigokurosaki and @yxngrou. Here. Have a link to the Folger Shakespeare Library. I actually took a class in college about three years ago specifically about Shakespeare and this was the link we were given to use in class. And if anyone else wants to use it then go for it! :)

[gazelessmenagerie]

"OBSERVE" / broly 🥦

send  “OBSERVE”for a mini-drabble of how MY MUSE sees and/or thinks about YOUR MUSE while they do something completely ordinary.

Truth be spoken, he shouldn't be feeling anything for this creature. They had no relation to him and should have no value but the single thread that had inexplicably sunken in deeper than any fang that pierces his hide had rooted deep and without mercy to the visage of what he lost in his maddened rampage.

Smaller frame, delicate features. The hair was darker but the simple enjoyment of sharing tea was more than enough to bring back the memories of his own shortsighted malice throwing away every instance like trash. Each attempt to calm his festering visage, to clear the haze of hatred that blinded him to what stood directly in front offering him an apple to quell the gnawing ache in his starving gut. The bright smile that would greet him each day and tell him the stories of that by-gone village rotting away as nature reclaimed its scorched scars. The bones of the lost littered as their voices were lost to the wind and earth hauntingly.

The past cannot be undone and the vile poison that traces within his veins continues to rot him from the inside out despite how the turning days piled one more on top. The meager echoes of calming his own senseless self, inhaling deep of the rich hues of freshly brewed tea and soaking his aches in the springs. Pieces of peeled skins from fruit were dropped along with eggs, allowing the searing heat to cook for a passing snack or two.

How wretched was it he Enjoyed hearing that girl Scream out when he crushed her arm beneath his boot.

Made her watch her village burn to the ground while sneering at her this was all her fault and left her for dead.

However, the seed had already been planted by then and sprouted with the months following. The absence of a voice, the relentless heat baking into his skin and the growing pains clawing restlessly at the inside of his gut. Time wore on, marching, like an endless road without reprieve while his mind reflected and his awareness of what lay beyond the veil of his anger slowly became transparent.

Even now he can't recall when it started happening.. when that acidic ball of iron lodged perfectly beneath his diaphragm and ate away at him by the day. It was an illness he couldn't choke up. A creature he couldn't tear apart with bloody hands. No, it was something within that grew and festered as it dredged the suffocating weight of loneliness and regret.

At times he'd stare at the bright red skin of an apple, knowing it was Mirin's favorite..

His eyes refocused to what lay before him in the present, watching as the girl in front took a sip with a silent refinement that was nothing like the frolic of a foolish hybrid bringing a monster to her village. Sharp eyes that matched his own, posture stiff and unbending in a way that his past self would've claimed to be strong as a Saiyan should be. Thick brows could only flicker, his tongue silent as lips pursed together for a sip of his own brew to try and settle the weight on his mind.

It wasn't Mirin.. but some part of him felt...

Guilt. Contrition . Regret Disgrace . Remorse Grief

.

Alone.

His body remained at ease, going through the motions of pouring himself another cup before blowing on it's scalding surface. Each breath measured in pace as though not a single thing were amiss in the time that was now.

[fushichoumomo]

❝ Anyone who has to say “I am a god”,  is no true god . ❞

[gazelessmenagerie]

━━━━ CHARACTER STUDIES.

Basic Information.

LEGAL NAME : Otto Octavius

NICKNAME(S) : Doc Ock, Dr. Octopus

DATE OF BIRTH : Unknown

GENDER : Male

PLACE OF BIRTH : New York, United States of America

CURRENTLY LIVING : An abandoned warehouse currently/ verse dependent.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : English

EDUCATION : Doctorate in Robotics and Nuclear Engineering with a specialization in Fusion Energy

HAIR COLOR : Brown

EYE COLOR : Brown

HEIGHT: 6’ 1"

WEIGHT: 245 lbs

Family Information.

SIBLINGS : None

PARENTS : N/A

RELATIVES: N/A

CHILDREN : Do his tentacles count considering they do regard him as their father?

PETS : None unless you count his tentacles.

Relationship Information.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Widowed

tagged by: @iobartach tagging: @orphanedwolfandfriends (dealers choice!) , @yxngrou

[reiiishii]

Oh that. A roll of his eyes as he moved Merisi off his lap to go fetch what she wanted.

"Who do you take me for, brat, of course I have them." He called back to her, a brief adjustment of his glasses while his back was turned to the lord's child...

What a nuisance to have her wandering the halls, didn't she know curiosity killed the cat?

Finally returning with the stack of papers, he just held them out to her. At least she'd be preoccupied while he went back to what he was doing BEFORE she showed up...

"Are these what you're looking for? Next time tell my fraccíones and they'll find it, if they can."

[ Useless lot...the bulk of them. ]

"Is that all or can I do anything else for you?"

HONESTLY she hated trekking through the labyrinth of the scientist's corridors just to get here like a mouse through a maze. Akari was half expecting a Minotaur of all things to bust around any corner . She wouldn't humor or in the threat he would have some similar entity to stalk around his traps.

━━ Finally , Akari stopped with quite the sight. For the first few seconds, her brain couldn't figure out WHAT she was looking at. She blinks it away as she saw the smallest movement from his (honestly only pretty ) fraccion. She was alive. Her languid gaze caught golden scrutiny for a moment & she quietly cleared her throat. ❝ I came to ask about the latest reports . . .❞ her gaze shifted to his work. ❝  If you have them that is ❞