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Back again. Bones above ground. Wind chime fingers in my hair. A quiet knife-tongue on my shoulder. An ancient ruin. Your teeth the twenty eight steps to the broken temple. Fuck you. Fuck me. Eat my palm. Eat my offering. Climb down. Climb back. I don’t want to make sense to anything, I just want to be the stone you grind into powder. Love, my violent myth, my terrifying air. Turn my water to wine. Eat my heart out. Feed it to the sun. Back again. Back again. Unburied. Unburied and pale. Dirt under my fingernails because I like saving you. Love, my angry body weeping. Your sleeping mouth tattooed on my sternum. Love, my vicious secret. Love, my hungry dream.

Caitlyn Siehl, Unburied (via alonesomes)

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                   organdoom.

R E I I K O K U

SHE WAS ( SCIRRHOUS ) THAT GREW SLOW, HORRID AND WITHIN DESPAIR. IN HER STERILE GRACE, THERE LAY A TERRIFYING PLAGUE.

Unohana was an interesting one, that was for sure. And not one in which Mayuri was too fond of – that was to say, he was rarely fond of anyone, to begin with. 

So he would question her. That NIGH-MURDEROUS reiatsu that seemed to radiated off of her, almost in a force that seemed to hum, was easy to locate when she drew near to the doorways of the TORMENTING laboratories with its HUMAN RATS and COUNTLESS cut limbs. 

“What are you doing here, Unohana?”

BRIEFLY, SHE CAN HEAR THE SCREAMS EMITTING THROUGH THE HALLS,THE SOUND OF saws and other torturous devices at work. the 12th division certainly violated some very basic rights. and perhaps that’s the reason for such empty and hollow hallways. who dares step into kurotsuchi’s private laboratories. 

  call yourself a dare-devil, brave, lion-hearted, this place will turn   you into mush. and yet unohana is unfazed, her footsteps tapping   lightly on the rubber floors. lips set in a straight, perpetual line and   chin tilted upwards just slightly. her eyes kept low. really, his   experimenting doesn’t bother her, it’s the lack of finesse and decency. 

            MANGLED LIMBS SURROUNDED HIM, and blood is as abundant              as spirit particles in here. only the shadows that mar her features            show the smidgens of disgust. otherwise, she is the perfect portrait            of calm. ❛kurotsuchi-taichou, a pleasure.❜she purses her lips.           ❛i have a matter i would like to speak to you on.❜

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❛if you want to proceed with the procedure,                          if so, decided within the next 24 hours.❜

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                          adeloes.

                      ❛  maybe. i bet it’s really funny when                                                   somebody PASSES out.                            —— or worse.  ❜

          she leans forward,  as if in preparation           to take flight. fun is subjective and she           does not expect everyone to agree with           her idea of a good time.                                        ❛ what do you find fun? ❜

 THE QUERY SHE GIVES IS A CURIOUS ONE. WHAT INDEED DOES SHE ENJOY.  the child is corrupt in the soul, black tainting the heart. for such a sunny appearance. she ponders upon her words, casting an idle gaze, unohana purses her lips. not struck off-guard by the question,no. just at a wall of what she could answer with. many,many things she TAKES PLEASURE IN DOING.  she wonders which are appropriate for a child to hear. ah, but then again the child takes fun in strangulation.                                              AN EPIPHANY INDEED.             

                     ❛fun? what i find fun is dependent on your views.❜

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OUT. anyone fancy a short starter?

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( asmodeus, baal, abaddon!! )

                MEME||accepting.

 asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it?

                                               .                                                .                                               .                                                             SHE DOESN’T DISCRIMINATE. SURELY SHE DOESN’T CHERRY-PICK WHO SHE’S GOING to kill. Vengeance is petty and self-righteous, amazing the way it turns people, really. People are too conceited, thinking that’d she’d put all that effort and time and WASTED WRATH on pitiful them. Pathetic. Almost disgusting. 

             Arrogance is what will blind, lead to ignorance, then what good will you be? Like a dog chasing it’s own tail. Elated by the thought of it, even more goal-orientated, all that strife for something already apart of themselves; eventually you’ll bite your own tail. And what will you do THEN? Bleed to death? WHAT A ROAR. WHAT A LAUGH.                                                 no one dares to cross paths with her,                                        much less cross her.           Revenge will never be enough——————————-                           no. Only total annihilation will suffice.                                                     Nothing less, nothing more.

baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped? 

                                                    .                                               .                                              .  WORSHIPED LIKE A GOD. PEOPLE’S SACRIFICE. MUTILATED BODIES. THE JOY.just think of all the things she can do. Oh…..ohhhhhhhh. A SMILE CRACKS ON BLOODIED LIPS, EYES GLEAM WITH TWISTED DESIRE. Yes. The command, the power. POWER HUNGRY, HUNGRY,HUNGRY. She is a wolf gone without a meal for an ETERNITY. Tribune paid to her temples the old fashioned pagan way. Hmmm——humanly sacrifice every week? Heart ripped when alive, oh,oh and they screams must be loud enough.  Gutted and left for dead. Maybe the family members clean up the MESS after.

                She holds no care for the gold, the jewels, the feasts, the chants and PRAYERS. Why, they don’t matter. A death-god, one step away from a GOD. A holy entity ( don’t make me laugh ), one that watches from above ( ah, your deaths that is. ), controls the WEATHER, the crops, the fortune ( WHAT DOES  IT  MATTER? ). 

          She’ll sit atop of her Mount. Olympus and SLAY  hundreds, thousands.           With        her        filthy        blade         and         BLOODIED       HANDS. 

abaddon: what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy?

                                                          .                                              .                                              .

            SOUL SOCIETY.  SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY. SOUL SOCIETY———————————

                                                               —- zaraki kenpachi.

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                   aevxs.

            “IT WAS MERELY a jest, ma’am,” he replied with little remorse, as she began the gruesome task of healing. 

            Perhaps if the victim were someone with which he was acquainted, he’d care at all for their life. But they had the misfortune to be the one to land on his lap and it was only out of mercy that he had dragged them over here in the first place.

            Whoever it was, they owed him their fucking life.

            “Surely you wouldn’t take offense to something so petty, would you?”

THE GODS SCREECH, MERELY A JEST. WHO HAVEN’T BEEN KILLED BY A PETTY misunderstanding?       Eyes scan his condition, diagnosis. Deft fingers make swift work of all the small scrapes first. Twilight sits on the horizon, sun’s light’s fading from the face of the world as night is readying for it’s TIME. The air is cooler---beginning to cool---the breezes from the east tickles her hands as reiatsu pours from her hands onto the larger wound, first , stopping the bleeding. Weave and weave, from the inside out. 

          ❛Of course not. ❜ her voice edges like a hidden blade. After all she is a kind soul. The irony in that is plausible. He knows his place, called his jest. My, what a boy. 

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in case nobody told you today, you are good enough.

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lucifer & batibat !

                 MEME||accepting.

   batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had

                                                .                                                .                                                .

      DEATH IS ONLY FEARED BY THOSE UNPREPARED. A stirring ignites well within her stomach, something of OLD FEELINGS. A reminisce to a time where things were much more…bloodied. Hands soaked in the blood of the WEAK, and a TITTERING excitement courses through her body. ABSOLUTE BLISS . High on ecstasy and the liquefied insides of children,women and men. REVELING IN THE LONG LOST EXHILARATION; she is struck silent for a daunting moment. Drooling over old memories  where the SWORD and POWER was all in her hands. A NIGHTMARE to many, oh, that what excites her to the fullest extent.  Split guts and ripped limbs. MADDENING LAUGHTER. ROARING LAUGHTER. She is mad. Insane, drowned in her own GALVANIZATION. Hands reach deep, deep into a SLIT she made, feeling the wet, warm insides on the man ( deaf to the screams—-god, won’t he just shut up already ). Ah. Ah. There it is. She can feel the long organ. Rip. Rip it out. A sickening swish of BLOOD, and her hands yank out his guts, LUNGS FILLED WITH LAUGHTER. Not graceful at all. Oh, well.                              She can remember still ‘ they deserve it ‘. 

           The corners of her lips lift just slightly, not enough to qualify as a smile.

         ❛Nightmares are for children who have yet to         learn of reality. Besides, you forget most your         dreams when you wake-up.❜

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             adeloes.

                       ❛  let’s play a game called ‘HOW LONG CAN I                                   BREATHE WITH A PLASTIC BAG OVER MY HEAD?’.                             you go first.  ❜

        GAMES ARE FOR CHILDREN. REAL LIFE IS MUCH MORE...PERMANENT.  reality is a haunting thing; death is something feared. Children are such petty and feeble things, thinking nothing of consequences. TO GENTLY CHASTISE IS WELL WITHIN HER EXPERTISE. And yet, something ringing from the deep dark depths of her tells her not to----           ❛is that what you consider fun? ❜            raising an arched brow---a mere inquiry,             nothing behind it’s words.

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"ask me about my demons"

lilith: what was your biggest rebellion against authority? why did you do it? raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what? jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves? verrier: do you find yourself disobeying or obeying most authority? asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it? baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped? lamia: how do you feel about children? lucifer: what are you most proud of? sonneillon: do you hate anyone? batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had abaddon: what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy? belias: do you gossip? abraxas: do you believe in any higher power? if so, what? ornias: talk about a time where you felt drained of energy lix tetrax: if you could travel by wind, where would you go? astaroth: have you ever falsely accused someone? carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why? leviathan: what do you believe lies in the unexplored areas of the ocean? belphigor: if you could pick 3 forms to shapeshift into, what would they be? azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something mammon: when were you most greedy? for what? verrith: are you a patient or impatient person? pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite? berith: do you often argue with others?

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  WILL YOU BECOME A VICTIM ? 

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