#saved. ;

[bigidiotenergytm]

HELP I THINK MY ASKS EVAPORATED 💔👎

(i think you alr saw the pic on the middle from my tag tho)

have this dead wife vibe (and him carrying odysseus, he's slender, but not weakk!")

ive fallen........... and i choose NOT to get up.

[pink-noah]

Hello again, I noticed a pretty big influx of your Poseidon wearing dresses n stuff so I wanted to make one for you too since I also recently have my own fish 🦅🦅

O.M.G LOOK THAT PRINCESS AND THAT DRESSS!!!

GOSH GOSH GOSH LOOKS SO GOOD!! AND UR POSEI DESING *CHEF KIIS* ❤️❤️❤️

GO AND GIVE LOVE THEM GUYS!!❤️❤️❤️

[xluciifer]

The new staticapple game just dropped, if you even care,,,

I love you @pompedia thank you 🥹

[witchblade]

[pomniegranate]

[saccageurs]

pls LIKE this if I can send caydhen into ur ask box with prompts whenever he wants to uwu

[fractempyreal]

❝ He loves you , you know . ❞ It comes as a whisper of sound , the soft approach of the silver woman carrying a porcelain cup akin to that of a spectre . A visage that could dissipate from your grasp should you exhale too sharply . Smile paints across the sweep of her lips , gaze downturned towards the drink before they turn towards the blue devil . Hands lift , offering the cup to him ( darjeeling , a mentioned favorite ) in hopes that it would prove sufficient enough as a notion of peace between them . ❝ I can't remember a time he didn't speak highly of you . Even after you – ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 ,   the way that she moves ,   the murmur of her heart   (  too soft ,   too weak ,   to be beating within a living humans chest ) ,   the scent of DEATH that clings to her skin & very being .   The Devil knows she's there before she speaks ,   head barely turning aside to glance at her ,   before lowering gaze to the cup held within her hands   (  scarred ,   obscenely so ,   yet hers are the hands that string together delicate arts .   A master of her craft  ) .   Her voice ,   the promise of spring's bloom after the cold winter nights ,   a balm that smooths over the ravaged parts of a soul .   It's mesmerizing ,   the effects she has on the world around her ,   yet memory reminds them of Grimmjow's words ,   of the smile that never dissipates  &  the kindness that is given to a world that turned its back on her .   How curious ,   that there had been no attempt to turn against it all ,   to forsake humanity with the knowledge that there would be little to no opposition   (  or so the Devil would believe  ) .   The time that trods between them feels too long as the cup remains within her hold ,   &  he can tell that there is that moment's deliberation of whether or not she had made the right call to approach him when lost in thoughts .   The building tension soon enough dispelled as gloved hands lift to take the cup ,   fingers gently grazing over her own   (  skin as cold  &  lifeless as bitter stone ,   though their seeming frailty akin to that of fragile porcelain  ) ,   an acknowledgement of what it was that she sought ,   though keenly aware of the needlessness of it when faced with the growing familiarity between them .

Colorless gaze lifts to hers ,   searching ,   allowing a soft exhale from lungs in the form of a gentle SCOFF .   Silence ensues in the seconds after ,   drawing the cup closer  &  lifting rim to lips .   Darjeeling .   Curious that she would have known to bring him this blend without prior knowledge of those few teas that were highly sought after .   Though ,   is it so strange ?   As they listen to her continue ,   it dawns on them that the knowledge would have had to have been imparted on her by someone that knew the Devil's particular tastes   (  as close as Dante claimed to be to the elder ,   the particulars of loose leaf seemed to often elude him  ) .  

                          Grimmjow .

Single sip taken before it begins its descent ,   though it pauses momentarily in its trajectory as he glances back over towards Ebony .   Jaw setting at the hesitation of the word's subject that surrounds them day in  &  day out .   A quiet prompt to give voice to the weight she fears bringing to their conversation as bottom of cup CLINKS against saucer .     

                    ❛    ────   Died .    ❜        No reason was there to shy away from the truth they both were well aware of .   The black STAIN that had smeared a large majority of their life ,   the hollow knight that followed the orders of none other than the being that had carved out the humanity that had resided ,   molding it by hand into something more PALLETABLE  &  OBEDIENT .   Remnants of a soul remained regardless ,   with the looming threat of being consumed ,   eradicated ,   forgotten .   The only mercy ,   was the destruction of the walking prison  &  near destruction of their soul .   A final HEARTBEAT drowned out by echoing screams  &  the strike of metal against the cold stone ground  (  a brother left without half their being ,   without having known the grave sin until it was too late  ) .   In one place ,   events led to another ,   in juxtaposition ?   Two souls had continued to bond even in the face of ABSENCE .  

He looks to her then ,   carefully scanning her features as she glances to him  (  shock ?   Astonishment ,   perhaps ?   at the brazen admittance of their brief departure from this life  ) .   Low hum exudes from them ,   shifting gaze towards the cup in their hand  &  allowing finger to uncoil from the handle ,   thumb  &  forefinger gently rubbing together pensively .   That Grimmjow continued to hold the Devil in high regard is what struck him at most ,   ODD ,   if only due to the nature of disappearance ,   to have effectively been left ABANDONED by the Devil  (  through no intentional means ,   especially not for so long  ) .   

                    ❛    I believe he may underestimate how sentimental he can actually become .   Counterintuitive to the claim that he has no heart .    ❜        Harshness is immensely dulled ,   left only with the soft ember of warmth that tone oft finds itself bereft of .   Softness had never been familiar to them ,   a foreign behavior that was all too often attributed with WEAKNESS ,   yet here they stand as living proof of where true weakness had lay   (  a contusioned heart being the last thing to contribute to those baseless accusations  ) .   Form gradually SHIFTS from the woman ,   though not without the brief hesitation that stutters movement .   He deliberates on whether or not there should be words of COMFORT exchanged in the prompted topic ,   that perhaps she sought confirmation from the Devil himself on the state of their feelings towards the arrancar .        ❛    To be speaking of me even in absence ,   it's difficult to imagine .    ❜        Voice lowering to a near murmur ,   fingers gently running over the ridged design adorning the side of the teacup in hand .   There had been those mentions ,   where loneliness had set in  &  company sought in the form of a particular tender-hearted woman .   In a past not too long ago ,   there would have been the harsh judgement of such a FOOLISH desire ,   in seeking companionship in another rather than finding the capability to stride forth  &  dispense of a memory that no longer maintained its tangibility .   Now ?   Vergil finds no fault in the the decision   (  had come to mistakenly accept the passage of time  &  the growth of another  ) ,   though now it continuously seems to shift  &  change as days are spent in company of two souls rather than one .   An unprecedented development ,   but one that he did not find himself opposed to the more he came to learn of the melancholic woman .

Eyes drift back towards her ,   as hands lightly fold before her in meeting the Devil's gaze .   Where he would have expected her to look away ,   she instead maintains eye contact even as her posture ever so slightly changes under the weight of the Devil's piercing eyes   (  as if they saw right through ,   yet this time they're met with those that understood souls  ) .   This time ,   it is the Devil that lowers their gaze ,   releasing a quiet exhale .

                    ❛    What I have done ,   should have drawn his ire .   That he still found it within himself to ──    ❜        A pause ,   looking back at the pale woman with slanted brows .        ❛    ──   You should realize that he has learned to love you ,   as well .   Do not doubt that .    ❜

@aevyternal

[bigidiotenergytm]

millennial depression ody vs gen z depression ody in 4k by the WONDERFUL @aerbitions <3<3<3

[yingren]

DO THESE LOOK THE SAME TO YOU

STOP BULLYING ME I THOUGHT KIRBY WAS A POKEMON HE LOOKS LIKE ONE ??? I'M COMING TO YOUR HOUSE AND SHAVING YOUR HEAD AGAIN

im just gonna say it here ok i thought kirby was a pokemon i was convinced and i had to ask like 10 other people

anyways i feel very dumb rn im gonna think about this for 40 hours

[bodyhorrorsa]

I want to be affectionate… okay. Comment something nice and I’ll say something nice back??? Or just comment a silly emoji and I’ll say something… I WANT TO LOVE YALL

[xluciifer]

We've grown... we've evolved. We're thriving.

@hellahtel @chthonicrage @cardedsoul @pompedia @rockange @bxrningembers @queenhells @holoharbinger @cxncrie @jizzlords @hellshoard

[pomniegranate]

A little ol' commission I got done for @burrowedtales for our little crack ship that means so much to me. ❤️ I wanted to make Mole smile with our ship. Thank you to @sidsinning for taking my commission and for @wonderfultheatre being a sweetheart and offering to color it for me when I didn't have enough to get it colored. ❤️💙 I hope you like it, Mole 🥰

[deadn30n]

so like ... the concept of working from home is something higu Should do more of, but he also ... technically does this .... whenever he gets home from work on the daily 😐 as in, yqy please get this man to stop working past hours

lord have mercy and forgive yqy for what he's about to do to this man ( it won't be holy either ).

[witchblade]

[songsofreason]

cyberly-075 are you sure this is a path you want to pursue