Rip Off, Golondrina!

I just fix it up relentlessly Though I know it will be chopped off someday I just make it shine relentlessly Though I know it will be chopped off someday But it frightens me oh how it frightens me Because when it is chopped off That chopped off...

[hellpanther]

Crossroads

@kakkire

“Boss?” Almost leisurely, Grimmjow tucked his finger underneath her chin. “Keep calling me that and you’ll be my favourite girl.”

But just as quickly, he withdrew his hand from her. There was time to mess around later.

“Come follow me to my office. I’ve got something to discuss with you.”

[kakkire-blog]

Cirucci rolled her eyes, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, don’t play coy. We both know I’m already your favourite~”

If she wasn’t then the man’s tastes had clearly soured since arriving here. Few of these humans they were surrounded by offered more than a little amusement here and there. She dropped the glass and cloth back onto the bar before following him.

“Intriguing. Something interesting finally happen in this shithole?”

[kakkire-blog]

✮ = stargazing

The night air was warm on her skin. The sky clear and full of stars. Cirucci felt more comfortable out in the night. It reminded her of home. Not that fake home that that ignorant Shinigami had constructed but the true Las Noches. The one where she had been amongst the strongest of the espada, in her own right.

It was unusual for her to come across anyone on her walks home from the bar. She appreciated the silence after the inane chatter of the drunkards that littered the Ice Box, but she was only a short way from her apartment when she stumbled upon the man.

“Oh,” She murmured, glancing down at his sprawled form. For a moment she thought he might be some wayward patron passed out drunk but no, he was awake. “Enjoying the sights, are we?”

[kakkire-blog]

≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .

Hm? It was a strange offer from the girl and one Cirucci certainly had not been expecting. She was sweet, really. Possibly too sweet for her own good. Indeed she seemed excited by the prospect, something she probably would not be feeling if she knew her potential guest better. But the arrancar enjoyed her company, she was amusing at least and it seemed that women did not exactly flock to Ino for friendship just as they did not flock to Cirucci. 

However, the prospect of a night in a home with the other’s screaming infant and dowdy husband was not exactly top of Cirucci’s list. 

“Ho? My... A girl’s night in, that does sound fun.” Cirucci purred. “However I think a night at mine would go far less interrupted. We could even go out, don’t you think you deserve to let your hair down after the past 9 months?”

[kakkire-blog]

"Oi, 'Rucci! You got a minute?"

The bar was pretty quiet that night, not that Cirucci minded. She got paid just as well for pretending to shine glasses. Not like the losers in this part of town tipped well anyway. She could have done with a little more excitement though.

“Ho? Sure boss, what’s up?”

[bleachtasy]

“Trying to hide yourself is useless! Running away from Cirucci is… impossible”

[royalhighnessoflies-blog]

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair . ❤ = kissing them . ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them . ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare . ♣ = discovering them crying . 回 = patching a wound . ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight .

[sayso-sunflowercurls]

Cirucci.

[gri66jow]

[bleachaffliction-blog]

[msciruccisanderwicci-blog]

<3

[actuallynarancia-blog]

Cirucci Sanderwicci + Text Posts

[obsixwi]

2016 Wardrobe Post

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[hellpanther]

Hell and Back

[hellpanther]

Grimmjow almost chortled at that. 

“Yer kidding me, right? You and that mouth of yers? I need people coming back here, not leaving pissed off instead of pissed drunk. That charm might work with some back at Hueco Mundo, but I can tell ya right now your insults will send them running.

“Is it even possible for you to work behind that bar without talking shit?”

That would be quite a feat. It was a shame, because she wasn’t bad looking but fuck him her amount of backtalk would make him lose customers.

[kakkire-blog]

“Ho? I’m sorry little Kitty but I don’t exactly remember you being a sweet talker.” She traced the shape of his bicep with her fingertips. “Isn’t that how you ended up losing one of this beauties, hm?”

She quickly drew her hand back, knowing the comment was like to inflame the other’s ego. Their precious leader was a sore spot for both of them, after all. Yet he still managed to have a single figure branded on his skin, unlike Cirucci.

“Of course. I can be ever so charming when I want to be.” It was true. She assumed most of the customers who frequented this hole in the wall needed little more than a few honeyed words to persuade them to buy drink after drink. Men were easy enough to manipulate, after all. “You’ve just never warranted such special treatment.”

[bazz-b-heat]

His eye twitched. It’s Bazz-B! It took a lot to keep his mouth shut. The broad was trying, at least in some capacity. It was more than some did, but a great deal less than he was happy with. A week was a long time though; she’d be saying his name properly by the end of it he had anything to do with it.

“I used to be more flammable,” he grumbled, still bitter the big bitch in charge had taken his juice. “There could be torches around,” he added hopefully. “And if this is some sort of survival test they might give us enough materials to make a bow. More likely than just handing us a sword, right?”

He didn’t like this chick, but he didn’t hate her. That was the best case scenario so far from home and anyone who could call themselves a Quincy. Pandora had obviously tried to assign difficult personalities to one another, but she’d drawn a short straw with Bazz-B. He butted heads with everyone! By giving him this sour bitch as a partner she’d only assured he wouldn’t lose– he had to beat her now too, after all. “Alright, lets do this shit then.”

[kakkire-blog]

Oh she doubted that. Though it was quite a nice picture, flames kicking across those pretty locks of his and leaving him bald. She giggled at the thought before turning her gaze to more appealing sights, the island was looming on the horizon and she knew the prize that awaited her past its feeble tasks.

“Hm, perhaps. I see a forest there if you’re a fan of whittling, and wasting our time, you’re welcome to camp out and make your precious bow.” It was true she’d be lucky to get her hands on a sword, however. If only she wasn’t in this pathetic human body that would be of little concern. “Otherwise looks like we’ll just have to get our hands dirty.”

Her eyes flicked back to Bazz, a small smirk playing on her lips. She saw the way he was looking at her, how much he wished he could be rid of her but sadly for him she was all he had. From the look of the other losers littering the boat he may not be the worst option, but he was probably close to it. “Sure thing, Hun, just do try to keep up.”

[kakkire-blog]

02. the maze || rope bridge

“Fuck!” Cirucci muttered, rubbing at her thigh where the jagged rock had cut her skin. This maze may have been about as bland as Aizen-sama’s castle but it had none of the home comforts. Ugh, as if her mediocre partner wasn’t bad enough she now couldn’t even sleep to catch a break from him.

Sadly the lack of a feather bed wasn’t the only thorn in her side that evening. She had been hoping for a decent fight in here, whether from other competitors or from the obstacles themselves, but so far she’d seen no other face but Bazz’s gormless one and the tasks set out for them seemed to rely more on teamwork than brute strength. Pity working together wasn’t a strong point for either of them.

With a huff she pushed herself to her feet. She was sick of this place and somehow her small condo back in the city was beginning to seem more and more appealing. Grabbing the pack, her make shift pillow, Cirucci took the few strides that separated her from Hairspray. She hadn’t wanted him conveniently rolling onto her in the night after all.

“Hey, you.” She nudged him with her foot. “Let’s move. Unless you want some more of that much needed beauty sleep, Sweetie.”

@bazz-b-heat

[yukitoko]

+1 shity thing instead of drawing something meaningful. Nevermind. Cirucci. 

[horoprincess-blog]

"Hey. Cute bag, where did you get it?"

“Heh. Thanks.”

Now, here was someone with good taste. Unlike some drab old blonde who thought she had any business telling Perona what to wear.

The Ghost Princess cracked a small, self-satisfied smile.

“Got it from Atelier. You can find it at Millefleur Mall.” Home of just about everything lolita.

“Nice hair, by the way. Got your own stylist?”

@kakkire

[kakkire-blog]

As the girl turned towards her Cirucci couldn’t help but admire her dress too. A little modest for her tastes, perhaps, but after a day of working on Doflamingo’s designs it was a welcome change.

“Ah, thank god. There are some places decent places to shop in this shit hole, huh?”

Cirucci preened, she knew how good she looked but it never hurt to get recognition for her style. “Thanks, Doll. Sadly no, I was hoping working at SMILE would come with some perks but after seeing the stuff that passes for ‘fashion’ there I wouldn’t let those morons anywhere near my hair.”