THE CROWNED KING

Independent Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez of Bleach fame. By Kai. Headcanon heavy. Has multiple AUs an alternate canon verse, and numerous fandom based verses as well.

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[reallyrandomtj]

Meilu remained quiet during the tour of the palace simply to take in the surroundings and listen to what Grimmjow had to say about the interior of his own home. She was aware of just how tall he was but only when her hand glided over some claw marks on the wall did it really become apparent of their size difference - smaller fingers had followed the marks but had been gentle and careful enough that the touch didn't change or damage the mark that was already there.

"You like watching the moon? If offered, would you want to travel to somewhere that did have stars and a moon that you could watch in relative peace and quiet? You've shown me your home, it makes sense for me to show you mine... be it my 'pocket dimension' or my birthplace... a false sky in the dimension but a real one from my homeland, I don't mind offering both to you..."

She didn't mind which Grimmjow chose, if he accepted the offer. For now, Meilu was fascinated by the tour she was already given. Curious to learn more about the world she had blind jumped into - even if it didn't offer much besides the palace they were already in.

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He wouldn't really care if she accidentally damaged some of his old claw marks from carving his palace out. It'd been quite a long time since he'd done so. How long exactly? Even the Arrancar himself was clueless. At least a thousand years give or take. Time in Hueco Mundo moved differently than time elsewhere. Just not by much. Now that he understood a bit more about the woman, he could smell the scent of earth clinging to her. Similar and yet different from that of Karakura, the only human city that he even bothered with.

At her question he'd pause and lift a brow briefly before they settled into his typical frown, or glare, depending on who was asked what it was. There was no anger directed toward her now, and previously it'd mostly been his genuine curiosity. Perhaps that was a curse of being a feline based soul. Could he even leave to go see her home? The way she described it made it sound like it was somewhere completely different. "When I wanna see stars I go to Karakura, but I wouldn't mind seein' somethin' if ya wanna show me sometime." Maybe seeing a different sky would give him more clarity.

"Here in Hueco Mundo s'always dark, only light we have comes from the backward moon. It's a reflection of the human moon, but it's always a crescent." That's what Ichigo had called it, a crescent moon. It wasn't like the Arrancar knew the name of the phase. Their moon didn't have phases it was always just a backward crescent in the dark starless sky above the bone white desert. It did make him wonder if anyone would be able to offer insight on how someone from outside their realm had come to be here. But that wasn't anything he was thinking too deeply about at the moment. "I can take ya to Karakura sometime. If ya wanna be around people... err I mean humans. I ain't. Human that is."

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Say, big guy, you gonna have a stag party? You're engaged to be married after all~

"T'fuck is a stag party and why would I have one?" Yes, he was engaged, and he and Ichigo weren't being secretive about their relationship at all. All of the ginger's friends knew, his family knew, and hell, the Arrancar had even managed to get Kisuke to make him a gigai. The gigai was so one of Ichigo's younger sisters would be able to see and hear him, as well as interact with him.

He'd even been 'warned' about the possibility of Yuzu hugging him the moment she sees him in his gigai. Funny enough, he was surprisingly alright with that. Maybe Ichigo and all his affection had finally helped him to see that not all touches were meant to cause pain or suffering. Let alone wounds. "I ain't a fuckin' human numbnuts. Ain't never been a damn human so I don't understand what the hell you're talkin' about."

The Arrancar would run a hand through his hair with a sigh. if it weren't for him calming down after Aizen fell he'd likely have gutted this idiot for even approaching him. He wasn't nice, never had been, he was a Hollow through and through. So what that he was closer to a reaper now than he'd been as a Vasto Lorde? That didn't mean jack shit to him.

"Fuck off before I decide to rip your spine outta your ass and then eviscerate ya with my fuckin' claws to ensure ya die." The words were partially snarled to send the message that he wasn't kidding. Of course, he wouldn't actually do those things unless they didn't fucking leave right now. Or at all. The last thing he wanted was to see Ichigo look at him with those eyes again. Or a pout for that matter.

[azulpantera]

The fact that so many people in the rpc seem to have a stigma against OCs is really stupid to me. The fact that people take the time to craft their character's stories and abilities from scratch is fucking awesome. Besides, if you get down to it every canon character someone writes is the creator's OC, so in that sense, those who are 'anti-OC' need to either get over themselves, or get off of tumblr.

OCs are awesome because the person writing them came up with them. Came up with their backstory and every little quirk they have. Personally, I love seeing everyone's OCs the same as I love seeing everyone's canons. So yeah. OCs are awesome.

I said what I said.

[mythshire]

✧˖°🌊°˖✧  𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 ✧˖°🌊°˖✧ ··· a collection of wild hearts, divine violence, drowning in devotion & dancing with ghosts roleplay sentence starters inspired by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. genre: gothic romance, mythic yearning, destructive love, spiritual hunger.

• I've been raising hell just to get your attention. • You're the only thing I've ever worshipped, and look where it got me. • I can feel it in my bones — something's coming, something big. • Every demon wants his pound of flesh, and I think I'm ready to pay. • Tell me, what does it feel like to be loved gently? • I would've followed you into the dark. I did follow you into the dark. • The saints can't help me now; I've already made my choice. • I've got too much blood on my hands to hold yours. • You keep asking me to be softer, but I was born with a storm in my chest. • I don't pray anymore, except when I'm thinking of you. • What kind of goddess would accept a sacrifice like me? • The violence inside me has a name now — it's yours. • You say you want honesty? I'm a holy fool and a shipwreck all at once. • I can't tell if this is love or just another way to destroy myself. • The birds are circling. That's never a good sign. • I danced with the devil and he gave me your name. • I've been digging my own grave since the day we met. • There's a drumming in my chest, and it's not my heartbeat. • How much of my soul did I sell to have this one night with you? • The water's rising and I'm not sure I want to swim anymore. • You can't save me. I don't even think I want you to try. • I've been screaming your name into the void. Did you hear me? • They say love is patient, but mine has teeth. • I was born in a thunderstorm, and I'll die in one too. • You touched me and I swear I saw god for a second. • I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm afraid of how much I want it. • The hunger in me doesn't have a cure, does it? • Every chain I break just wraps around my throat in a different way. • I would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you warm. • You say my name like it's a prayer. I say yours like it's a curse. • I'm shaking the bells and calling the hounds — are you coming or not? • There's something ritualistic about the way we ruin each other. • I've been baptized in regret so many times I've lost count. • The violence of the divine — that's what this feels like. • I can't tell where I end and you begin anymore. • You wanted a lover, but I came armed for war. • I've been howling at the moon, hoping you'd hear me from wherever you are. • The ghosts of everyone I used to be are watching us right now. • I need you to understand: I am not delicate. I am not soft. • The reckoning is coming. I can taste it in the air. • You look at me like I'm salvation. I look at you like you're the end. • There's a ceremony in this chaos — can you feel it?

[lovelyxhorrors]

"A private one?" Matt smiles widely. Now that is very tempting for Matt to hear. He has yet to find someone who loves to fight for fun. He smiles more this time, more genuine now. "If you want to know, I love to show what I got," Matt says, placing his cheek on his hand with his eblowed propped up on the bar counter.

The rage rooms. That sounds like fun. What things can he destroy for fun? Inanimate objects. That sounds good as a stress relief if there are no challengers against him. Although...there's something way more interesting than rage rooms. Not a what? But how to be more specific? And he is right next to him.

"Sure...do you want to share contacts so we can go there together?" Matt offers as he takes a phone from his pocket and slides it towards him. "Because...I want to get out of here as soon as possible with you. You sound like someone I would love to have around." He said. His eyes flashed with a glint, "Like you said, I'm a fighter and something way more than human.." He whispers. Given the choice between Matt's place and Grimmjow's, he prefers the latter. His place is due for spring cleaning, so maybe next if the night goes pretty for them.

"Your place." He said. "I want to learn all about you, Grimmjow, for the rest of the night. In return, you can learn all about me."

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"Yeah." Well, he owned a lot of places but the heart of his work happened to be the much larger business he owned. His private ring was actually at the building his penthouse was in, given that he owned the entire building and only the top floor was even a place to live. That was beside the point though. "Lovin' to show off what ya can do is a good thing if ya ask me." Since they were leaving the bar now he was just walking beside Matt.

The slightly older man found rage rooms to be fairly relaxing. It might seem weird to normal people but something made him think that Matt would get it. Being able to just break shit to let out aggression was nice. It was either that or possibly killing someone on accident and he'd much rather not have to deal with that sort of story being written about him. It was bad enough that he was having to deal with people who wanted him for his money, and only his money. Not for anything else. He wasn't going to sign himself up for a loveless relationship just for a piece of arm candy that likely fucked anything that moved.

"I don't mind sharin' contacts, do ya have a ride?" If Matt was going to take a cab or something he'd just say no. They could simply take his car. Which was in the parking lot of the bar. Not everyone had their own vehicle or even something as simple as a bicycle. Some even had to rely on the public transit which wasn't the best. They were often late, delayed, or in accidents. Not his cup of tea. He'd pull his own phone out, despite how wealthy he was, he was still using a somewhat outdated model. Mostly because he tended to use his phones until they were broken or otherwise non-functioning.

The way Matt said that he wanted to learn about him for the rest of the night almost made his eyebrows rise up. But he managed to stop them from doing so. "Yeah? Well, I'm sure we'll be learnin' a lot about one another given that much time." He shook his head before he programmed his number in Matt's phone. Saving it simply as 'Grimmjow'. Afterward he'd unlock his own phone and allow Matt to add his contact.

[azulpantera]

I'm 2,227 icons richer for this surly cat now. I've just got to apply my psd to all of them.

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       ♕ Chew me up then spit me out ♕

21+ only. No minors allowed. not spoiler free. Indie Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez of Bleach fame. Divergent. Hc driven portrayal. Very private and selective. Dark themes present. Clawed by Kai 29+, 21 yrs writing experience. Read rules on the carrd or the blog itself before following.

[your-sweet-cookies]

Being active around the University, as she took many courses of various kinds and walked back and forth through the many halls of the building, Misaki had heard the rumors making their rounds around the body of students. At first, she didn't think much of it, noting to herself that they had a new professor, but the more she heard about him, there was a certain curiosity being awoken within her.

Misaki wasn't the type to care much about how a teacher looked or what was their age, since their primary job was to teach them and pass their knowledge onto them. But seeing as so many of her fellow colleagues were talking about this new professor and the classes he taught, she ended up becoming amazed by the amount of knowledge and skills this one man possessed. He taught from social classes, to languages, and even applied sciences, which also happened to fall into her curricula of studies.

As a student in the Med School program offered by the university, Misaki was going to be in his Anatomy and Physiology courses, as well as in the foreign languages electives she'd enrolled in for an extra credit and the change of learning a new language and improving her English. So naturally, she was intrigued and curious about the man who would be teaching all of those courses for the following two semesters. Of course, unlike her other female colleagues who were more interested in the looks of the new professor and his marital status, Misaki was actually interested in knowing this man professionally and discovering what he could teach her. She wondered about his teaching style, his evaluation methods as well as his attitude towards his students, if he'd be easy to communicate with or if he was one of those unreasonably severe teachers.

Misaki would be thinking and wondering about all this as she headed into her first elective English lecture of the semester. Unbeknounst to her, she'd even passed the mysterious teacher on her way there, but similarly to the other students, she had no clue that that was him. She simply headed towards the back of the lecture hall, looking for a seat from where she wouldn't be in his direct line of sight (since she was of the timid kind), when one of the other students made a comment towards another fellow student (or whom they perceived to be another student) about not fooling around the teacher's desk.

Unluckily for her, all of the back seats were taken, so she had to make the way back towards the front, where the last available seats were situated, moment in which se saw too the person whom her colleague addressed and when she heard their response, her jaw nearly dropped. This was their professor?! But he barely looked a few years older than them... He couldn't have been older than 26 or 27 years old! Now she kind of understood why his age was such a heated topic of discussion...

Trying her best to conceal her surprise and not stare at the man, the brunette hurried to take a seat and began busying herself with getting her notebook and pen ready to start taking notes. Alas, no matter how young this teacher was, what mattered was his style of teaching and if he actually had something valuable to share with them, so for the time being, she was going to focus solely onto that and not on how handsome this professor was.

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After writing his name upon the blackboard, he'd turn to face the students, looking over them. He saw a few girls whispering to themselves. Likely about how they could try to seduce him for a better grade or something along those lines. Unlucky for them that he wasn't the sort to fuck people to give them better grades. "I'm professor Jaegerjaquez, but ya can call me Grimmjow s'easier to pronounce and less likely to be butchered." Given that he was half Japanese his Japanese was perfect.

"Welcome to English I, I teach all three courses for it. So if ya sign up for all three I'll be your professor." The way he spoke about those three courses would probably surprise some of the students. Because he didn't sound like any other professor would for teaching multiple courses. He was the youngest professor in the college at a mere twenty-five years old. His birthday was coming up and he'd be twenty-six then. So Misaki's assumption wasn't wrong about his age at all, really.

The man would run a hand through his hair likely making it wilder. "I'm gonna pass out the syllabus for the class. I'm a hands on professor. So I'll often walk between the lecture hall desks." He was down to earth, easy to speak to, and obviously some people thought he was quite easy on the eyes. Picking up the syllabus he'd written up for the course, he'd hand out stacks of them to the front desks so the students could pass them backward to the others. "If ya have any questions about the course you're welcome to ask me."

Once the syllabus was passed out, he'd move back toward his desk. The podium would be used when he needed to, but for now he was sticking to the desk. "There's going to be a small non-grade affecting paper today. I wanna see how good ya understand the words and their uses. That way I can make individualized study plans for ya." That would show that he was a good professor, not a hard ass. He planned on helping his students to excel in their classes.

The 'grades' on the little quiz weren't going to be said out loud, but he'd plan study groups for those who fell into the same place as others. Study groups which he'd be helping them in. Likely in the library or other literary room. He would count out the amount of quizzes needed, the questions were in a random order on them. There was a total of twenty questions on the pages. He'd go along the lecture hall desks and pass them out one at a time. "Feel free to get started, don't ya worry about how long it takes ya, this is what we're doin' for the class today. I'll get the groups and individual study plans done tonight."

He would take a seat at his desk once the students started on the quiz itself. The class for the day was simple and he'd get everything for them ready after he went home for the night, which would be after a number of other courses. This room was his lecture hall. All of his classes would take part here. Which would be reflected on every student's course list.

[modeinthemiddle]

“Okay.” She acknowledged. “Um, I’m not sure at the point. Maybe I can answer that after we train today?”

Once they were out in his land, however, Pe had questions. “What’s the most important thing? Speed? Distance? Or how often you can use Sonido?” Could the technique even be categorized into components? Mode knew it was a conversion of spirit energy into… not spirit energy to use it, but it was more of a feeling than something she could explain aloud.

[azulpantera]

"Most important thing s'stamina. I wanna train ya in sonido first, we can work on other stuff afterward. Sonido is somethin' every Arrancar needs to be able to do." Whether or not she could use it constantly wouldn't matter that much, so long as she could do it a few times should she find herself in a pinch. There were always those Hollows looking for an easy meal. Being able to use their fast traveling ability would be a boon for her.

The Sexta knew that it would help her hunt and escape sticky situations. While some lesser Hollows could use it, they couldn't do so too many times, so she'd be able to escape if necessary. "I figure, we can work on your stamina before goin' to agility, and then strength." The more stamina she had the easier it would be to teach her agility and strength. It may take a while but he was a patient man.

[your-sweet-cookies]

Misaki sighed softly, making all sorts of sounds of delight upon feeling his cock reacting to her rubbing and coming back to life. There was something about feeling the way it poked against her soft flesh, so hard and stiff, that made her feel aroused and hot inside, as if anticipating something. As soon as Grimmjow woke up from his nap and asked her the question, she answered, while placing kisses along his collar bones and up to his lips. "Mmmm... I think I'd like if you did the things with your fingers and mouth again, to get me ready...~"

Something about how her body had reacted back then made her feel like this was an important step in preparing for the mating itself, like in how wet she would be upon welcoming him between her warm and tight walls. As unexperienced as she was, as a virgin, there were things that her instincts let her know were the steps in the right direction. And such was the case right now, when while she was already feeling very aroused and needy, pressing harder against his erection, her instincts told her that it would be better to wait just a little bit longer and let Grimmjow get her all slick and soaking wet before he'd enter her.

Allowing Grimmjow to switch his position in order to kiss her, Misaki was happy to meet his lips into that soft and passionate kiss. Just like in the Sexta's case, she too became infatuated with their kissing, adoring when he kissed her and how nicely the feeling of his lips were onto hers. And since they didn't need to breath like humans or shinigami did, they could kiss like this uninterrupted for as much as their hearts desired.

Reflexively, her hand then slipped down to that twitching hard member of his, starting to touch and rub him again, in order to illicit more of those sensual sounds from her mate. Not to mention that she adored making him feel good, so since now she knew this action caused him pleasure, she wanted to do it more.

Her body quivered and trembled in aroused delight when Grimmjow began dragging his hands along her body, touching and groping her de heated skin. That squeeze to her ass especially... Misaki didn't really understand why, but when he did that, it felt incredibly good, so much so that it made her moan into their kiss. "Mmm... This feels so good... Whatever you're doing, keep doing it...~" She'd encourage him.

And in order to allow the Espada to fulfill her wish of working his magic onto her soaking wet core with his fingers and mouth again, the female Arrancar would then slowly start shifting their position so that Grimmjow would be able to lay on top of her and have full access to her body. Misaki would also spread her legs for him, for this same reason, that sweet scent of hers enveloping them to incite his lust and hunger for her.

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"I don't got a problem with that, gatita." The Espada didn't mind doing that for her. Especially if it would help in the long run. They had no reason not to keep going if she felt that she could. If nothing else they could just do that again and try the deeper thing later. He knew he was ready but he was patient and waiting for her.

They were lucky to have instincts that could lead them in the right direction when it came to mating for sure. Maybe he had some knowledge he got from a few souls he consumed to grow to Vasto Lorde. They were human souls that were an amalgam within the menos he ate. He tended to go after fellow Adjuchas when he ate back then. He'd even eaten part of his park because they knew they'd never grow beyond Adjuchas. It was thanks to them that he attained Vasto Lorde. He knew that without a single doubt.

Despite being part reaper themselves, they were still Hollow enough to not need to breathe which was a nice perk of being what they were. The Sexta both thought and felt that. Especially when their kisses grew longer and longer the more they did them. Kissing her was pleasurable for both of them, it was a part of foreplay even though they weren't aware of that themselves. Maybe they'd learn at some point but right now they were just going with their instincts. He planned on introducing her to his friends, including Ichigo, after everything was said and done. Basically, once Aizen and Tosen were gone. Gin was an ally and he was going to play his part but he was going to survive thanks to Orihime.

The Espada let out a gasp into their kiss as she touched his erection, his cock twitching from the gentle touch she was doing. His back even arched slightly which would push his cock against her hand more firmly. The noises he let out were the same as prior to their nap, maybe a bit deeper, but still the same. Guttural growling moans as his eyes slipped closed for a few moments time.

When she told him to keep doing what he was doing, he had no issues complying. His hands would move along her warm skin and he'd grab her plush ass a few more times while kissing her again. "Don't ya worry I plan on doin' so until my mouth is on ya again." The words were whispered against her lips before he was diving back in for another one. The Sexta would playfully bite her lower lip while also grabbing handfuls of her backside.

When their position was shifted, he'd remain on top of her as she wanted, before he was breaking the most recent kiss to begin kissing down her body. He'd suck on a few areas just long enough to leave a little red mark on her skin. Once he was between her parted thighs he'd lick a strip up her core. He'd suck on her clit for a little while as he slowly slid one finger inside her and began moving it. Given that she was already slightly wet he worked a second finger in pretty quickly, then used both to part her lower lips and slid his tongue inside her. His free hand would caress her skin and even move to her breasts where he'd palm one slowly.

The Espada would slide his tongue as deep inside her and move his fingers at a slow yet deep pace. His eyes would be focused on her face, watching as the pink hue began moving from her face down her neck, and to more of her body. He'd begin letting out a slight purr while he ate her out again. Which he would continue to do so until she told him she was ready for more.

[lovelyxhorrors]

Matt is about to walk until he stops in his tracks, hearing what the humans do to the hybrids here. He didn't turn his head. He closes his eyes with a slight frown. Drugs. Water and food aren't safe to consume. He knew the reason; it's one of the ways to take control of the hybrid combatants here. Plus, the hybirds were people who are taken at a young age. That's something he can take into consideration.

"Thanks for letting me know," Matt said, appreciating the heads-up for that. He figured the case. The food here except for the water. Matt built up tolerance against drugs thanks to a drug that is created that wards off other effects. "And sorry you had to go through that. Some hybrids are weak. Physically and mentally due to the crap they're going through, but that's no excuse." He tells him. Matt wasn't sure if Grimmjow needed that kind of comfort, but everyone needs that acknowledgment, as Matt knew what it was like.

"But yeah! They're making me go fight." He waves, "I killed three of their guys when they were trying to capture me." Matt said it so casually. He wasn't bragging; it was merely stating a fact. "Don't worry, it will be quick." Matt said it as if it's another day for him. "Who knows...I might find something interesting. I'm going out there tonight...sooo..wish me luck!"

Though Matt doesn't need it.

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All the jaguar did was grunt in response to the thanks he was given. It wasn't something he was used to. None of the other hybrids really liked when he said anything about the humans and what they did to the food and water. The experiments they'd done on him hadn't left many scars. Aside from the large one on his chest the others were small and hardly noticeable. His nose was able to pick out drugs in the food and water he was given. What the humans were trying to do with him was sick and wrong.

"The ones who ally with the humans have more freedom. Some even wear coats like those evil humans." Those like that would become targets for anyone who attacked the facility and they ought to be. Even in danger they were going to be stupid enough to not change. The jaguar wasn't as sensitive to the drugs anymore. Because the stupid humans had tested a lot on him when he was younger but he could smell them and didn't consume anything tainted.

So Matt had killed three of the humans dubbed 'Hybrid Capturers' that was good. It took the humans years to train new ones. That meant that there wasn't a full group to capture any more of their kind right now. The group of them was made of five, they needed at least three to capture any hybrid. "Good. They can't hunt more of us for now." They never trained reserves because they'd never dealt with a hybrid that killed any of them. The jaguar had been too young when they caught him, but he'd bitten one of them hard enough that his arm scarred.

The hybrids were allowed to watch the fights from the lower tier of the arena. So he might go take a peek. He'd heard there was an interesting looking hybrid in the facility but he'd never seen him. Something about being the color of paste? Well, he'd certainly stick out. What the jaguar didn't know was that there was something big that was going to go down. "I might watch." The words were said along with a small shrug before he was climbing back up into the tree to lounge on a thick branch that the humans couldn't shoot him through.

He liked fighting, himself, but he hated how the humans made them fight. The winner got rewards usually and the losers were typically experimented on until they died or begged for death. If they weren't killed in the arena itself.

[hirak0s]

Shinji's eyebrow rose as he looked at the hollow that was still gargling, not entirely dead yet. Maybe he needed to swing at it one more time. He'd shake the hollow, and it'd growl and try to attack before he did finally finish it off. "Now I need 'at shovel."

"Can Visored be eatin' hollows fer power?" His inner hollow was starting to growl in his head, maybe it was hungry and that's why it wasn't as strong as it could be. "Still Shinigami ya know." That hollow wasn't gonna be there for much longer so it was either eat the hollow or it was gonna just become reishi. He didn't konso it properly.

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"Course ya can, you're like me just the opposite spectrum. We're both part Hollow and part reaper." Considering he'd actually seen Ichigo eat Hollow before and he was part HUMAN, surely Shinji could without issue. One of the main reasons Ichigo got along with his inner Hollow was because he fed him. Maybe that'd explain the ginger's insane growth rate?

Where Arrancar had their masks permanently floating above skin or hair for the most part, they could move them to clean the skin or hair beneath or beside them. Visored simply had masks they could summon rather than one that was permanent. Watching Shinji sort of manhandle the Hollow was pretty amusing to him though. "Kurosaki's eaten Hollows before, pretty sure it's one of the ways he keeps his from misbehavin'. His inner Hollow, I mean."

Surprisingly, he wasn't messing with Shinji, he was being serious.

[azulpantera]

Going through the anime for screenshots of Grimmjow has been quite fun. I got a lot of things to work with so I'm making myself some more icons. I only have 726 from the colored manga and there's a ton of different expressions in the anime I can use. I'll also be doing this for Ichigo, Zangetsu, and the muses on my multimuse.

[lovelyxhorrors]

Matt sips his beer before letting out a 'hm' in response, confirming what he said about him being a freelancer. The jobs that Matt took were more of a pastime than just money. Sure, money is a bonus, but he took on jobs where 'kill or be killed' is applied in certain jobs. If he takes down people who are willing to kill or have killed before, then it's fair game. A simple concept, but it serves him well for his own twisted rationalization.

"If you want, I can take you up on it. The fighting ring, I mean." Matt offers. Although Matt has to hold back. Just a little.

Why? Because he wants to gauge his opponents before turning up the heat. He doesn't like to kill people by accident, but something tells Matt that Grimmjow is no weakling. "Fighting people is something I like because it's one way to get someone better. Crazy, I know. But actions speak louder than words." He tells him. "But you know...the way you describe rage rooms. They sound pretty neat." He said. "I think I should try it out and recommend it to some friends who need it." Cobin and Jason come to mind.

After saying that, Matt is an animal. Grimmjow came back to say that he's an animal. There is a glint in Matt's eyes as he is now fully invested in this conversation; if not, alright. "It sounds like to me, we've got a lot of things in common. " He begins before asking this, "Say...." He never thought of doing this but he wants to, "Do you want to go somewhere to talk more about it." He said, offering an invitation to him.

"Just between you and me?"

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Matt was younger than him but not by much. That was something the taller man had discerned from their conversation so far. He'd finally finish his burger and then dig into his sweet potato fries. The first thing he'd eaten were the stuffed fried squash blossoms. Because those needed to be hot to taste good. The blue haired man had worked hard to get to where he was now. Being a very wealthy man came with quite a number of perks but just as many messed up situations. Such as what led him to coming to this particular bar.

"Oh? I've got a private one but if ya wanna put on a show I wouldn't mind one bit." Given his prowess at fighting he'd also have to hold back a bit. To get a feel for Matt before doing anything that could give away that he was a champion fighter. The ring didn't have the rankings public for good reason. The last time they had the champion had been shot.

Fighting was a really good way to get some pent up aggression and rage out for sure. And it was something that he probably needed at this point. Either that or a rage room. "I like rage rooms, ya get to smash all kinds of shit. S'pretty nice, actually." Rage rooms weren't even that expensive to get into. They were around twenty bucks.

"If ya decide to try one let me know, I can recommend the best one in the city." They always had some pretty interesting things to destroy inside them. Barrels, china, pottery, and some other things like televisions and computers. Everything was donated and the electronics didn't work anymore. Finishing his food wasn't difficult after the burger was gone. He'd already paid for everything he ordered, including the drinks Matt had.

Did he want to get out of there? "Sure." The taller man shrugged before flashing a grin at Matt. "We probably do have quite a bit in common. I pegged ya for a fighter and someone a bit more than human when I saw ya." Which was why he'd offered to buy him drinks. Both of them were animalistic it seemed, though which one was more of an animal than the other? Was there a way to measure such a thing?

"Ya have a place in mind, or should we just go to mine, s'private and nobody can get in without a keycard and multiple passwords."

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I'm going to be adding a new rule to my blog and carrd. The rule is going to be as follows: Do not force things into threads I have with you. Discuss things with me before attempting to push them into a plot. If something wasn't discussed and you decide 'well I'm making this happen' I will drop the thread with you. As an addition to this, do not try to force headcanons for my muses onto my blog or into threads either. My muses are my own, they're not yours, you aren't allowed to implement headcanons just because you want them.

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"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez," Matt repeated the name with ease. it rolls off the tongue nicely. "I think that name is way better than J-06." He tells him. "They call me G-36." He tells him with lowered eyes. "But the real name I was given is Matt Knack." He said. "Well...my full name is Matthew Knack." He chuckles. He has no problem telling his name. His name is his own. He won't change it for anyone no matter what those humans do to him.

"You're askin why that information is needed. Well..I ask everyone I come across after being brought here. So far....they are happy to show off to a prey like me, but a handful of them can't remember their names, only their title and codenames." He said with a shrug before letting out a small sigh.

"Besides...I won't be here for much longer, so...take that as you will." Matt said. "After all, my fight is coming up!" He said, going back to this bed hay. He honestly don't get why humans think that hybird don't deserve a bed. It's annoying. Oh well...they're going to pay for this soon.

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The fact that Matt could pronounce his name without butchering it made his eyes widen. Nobody else had been able to pronounce it aside from his family and few friends back where he was from. He often wondered if his family was looking for him. Little did he know that there was a large reward in store for whoever returned him to his family in the city. "They kill us with drugs. Water and food isn't always safe." The jaguars nose could discern if what he was given was safe.

Oftentimes he found himself going without food, but drinking the water because it was safe. Given how rare his species of hybrid was, they weren't trying to kill him. They kept trying to get him to do things to females and he refused. Which got him beaten. Usually while he was unable to use his arms or legs.

"Not surprised. Some were taken younger than I was." The ones who had titles and their codenames were likely taken so young they couldn't even speak yet. They were easier to control because they were too young to remember their families. "I've tried escapin' before. Managed to a few times, got sold out by other hybrids and brought back. Beaten and starved for weeks. Humans are evil." He'd likely meet some that weren't evil at some point, but the scientists in the facility were genuinely awful people.

The jaguar was faster and stronger now, so if he managed to escape he'd be free. No human would be able to find him. He would go to a cave system he found and hide in the back. Make it his den and keep it safe. "They grab young ones to better control them." His frown deepened and his ears almost went flat against his head. His long blue hair was a tangled mess with sticks, leaves and other stuff in it.

The jaguar tilted his head to the side. "Fight? They're makin' you go in the ring?" They hadn't had a hybrid fight in some time. Mostly because the last one was so vicious that they not only killed their opponent, they tore them apart.