𝔻𝔼𝕊𝕋ℝ𝕌ℂℂ𝕀Óℕ

"Ｉ'ｌｌ ｃｒｕｓｈ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｌａｓｔ ｂａｓｔａｒｄ ｗｈｏ ｌｏｏｋｓ ｄｏｗｎ ｏｎ ｍｅ!"

[bleach-mood]

requested ㅡ grimmjow jaegerjaquez

[intense-suggestion]

I will persist. Through all the trials of this world, through all the hardships, all the way down to hell i will persist. I am not done with this world yet. You will still see my proudest hour.

[thepersonalquotes]

[kishire]

[kishire]

kishire‌:

In the glorious days, till we lost our ways, Hey, do you recall when the war was just a game?                  ════════════════                                                 I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste                                                         of the blood on my lips again                                                                     ════════════

           『 ｉｎｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔ

                                  •ＧＲＩＭＭＪＯＷ ＪＡＥＧＥＲＪＡＱＵＥＳ•

                                                                                             ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ ｂｌｏｇ』

                            𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ ✖ 𝕋𝕆𝕆𝕋ℍ &&  ✖ ℂ𝕃𝔸𝕎

『THEME』            【1】      As written by Niko. 20+ Years Rp Addiction            【2】      During/after Las Noches, Winter War, && the Quincy Shitstorm.            【3】      Ask and Meme friendly. Starters & greeter posts appreciated!

『POSTING』            【4】      Crossover, multimuse, && OC Friendly.            【5】      Multiship, but chemistry based. Mun & Muse 18+.            【6】      I‘ll mirror length, but I tend towards multi-paragraph.

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““Boy I was shaped for the fury -              How could you be the one if you’re not the same                         If in the hands of gods you have lost your way ”

[shapooda]

Not a new idea, but I thought it worked for Grimm really well ; v ; I tried ~

[thepersonalquotes]

[kishire]

mamorukoto‌:

@kishire​

| |And I’ll fight - and 💀 win - and fight| |

                 “Ah, sorry about it - it’s just that whenever you poke your head outta the sand,      THERE’S A BUNCH OF GODAMN PROBLEMS, GRIMMJOW.              Problems that look like YOU.       Hard time believin’ you’re just… here for a visit… unless.. you are?”

It was distant, and idle, but there was a hopeful shift to a vagabond’s surly features, the brazen youth possessing no true ill intent, nor even a decent capacity for grudges, that familiarity one gained from a clash of blades forming enough of a bond to allow him something akin to the feeling of seeing an old friend after many years.

              “Fine, just.. don’t mess stuff up… in fact, you’re staying with me.”

                                               | |So in the end - they can 💀 be safe - to smile| |

✊—𝕎hat in the hell had just happened?

        For a moment there, it seemed like a good thrashing was about to commence, but then there was some shitty, weak-ass sentiment and then he was invited like a casual friend, to Kurosaki’s domicile.

                                                What in the fuck had just happened?

    So... they weren’t going to fight. He was just stopping by... and he wasn’t going to cause any destruction, because he would be spending quality time, just idling around Kurosaki’s company.  

          ❝Have ya completely lost your fuggin’ mind, Kurosaki?❞    

  𝕋he arrancar’s teeth were bared in an instant, as he prepared to go about tearing the unsightly daydream right out of the redhead’s eyes with claw and blade, when the asinine hopefulness of the proxy Shinigami’s countenance played in full glory, through his mind’s eye. 

      What a goddamn idiot.

     Exasperation choked out most of his ire, as he growled a disbelieving scoff,

      ❝Just remember that I came here to knock that dumbass expression off your face. If ya slip up and piss me off, I’m not gonna hesitate to do just that. Might tear down a block or two with me when I do it, too.

             Better keep it interesting if ya don’t want that, eh?❞

[kishire]

GET OUTTA HERE.

✊—❝A’hn? Ya think you’re hot shit, Kurosaki? Takes balls to assume I’m gonna quiet down and step aside just ‘cause you asked. Balls and a shitton of stupidity. Didn’t even ask nice for fuck’s sake.❞

                 𝕃ike hell he was leaving. He just got here.

[viperslang]

come, amante – the collage of your body, i will peel apart. i have teeth for a heart.

Scherezade Siobhan, Cante Jondo (Published in Anthropoid)

[kishire]

shifts his weight, wearing a smile as charming as it was vicious. ' i'm afraid to get to ichigo, you'll have to go through me FRIEND. is that a problem? '

✊—❝I gotta go through ya? Innit a problem. Tearin’ through your ribs is gonna be like tearin’ through anyone else’s.❞

   𝕋he arrancar held his ground, hands poised idly in his pockets. Irreverent, and  unconcerned in his posture, the candid exchange belied the heat and tension throughout his musculature. He knew the ash-maned captain was a dangerous entanglement, and he preferred to save his strength to better bloody-up the hybrid in question between them. Mild curiosity flicked across his eyes, and eschewing direct or respectful eye-contact, he growled an off-handed question,    

   ❝Why’s it concern ya what I do with that dumbass?

        He ain’t one’ve yours, yanno.

                 Why don’t you lemme kill him for ya?

                                   Then you can fret over him all you like.❞

[yumichikah]

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“Ah, finally some visitors! Was it my beauty that caught your eye? It must’ve been~!”

[kishire]

✊—❝Hell yeah, even from here I could tell ya had a face.             Ain’t bad, as far as they go.

  What was with these shinigami and their preoccupation with appearance?

 But! Ya shouldn’t have called more attention to yourself; you might’a had a better day if you hadn’t been such a greedy little shit, Shinigami.

        Since we’re here now and all, feel like showin’ your teeth, too?❞

[kishire]

( ikiborn ) ' wow, and i thought MY hair was odd colored. ' #shedoesntknowhowtomakefriends2k17.

   ✊—𝕋he arrancar’s gaze clawed its way up the woman’s countenance; and, as per her introduction, his attention lingered for a bit, on her hair. What as odd about her tresses? The color? After Szayel, who could even say what was an acceptable shade for hair?  Hers was neither blinding, nor dull, so his perceptions couldn’t find a fault.

  In the end, he couldn’t scrape up half as much care for the woman’s mane as he could for the zanpakutou she might surely brandish.

❝Hair’s just hair; who could give a damn about it?                  What I wanna know is - ❞

    ℍis grin was a guillotine, wide and inviting.

                       ❝what’re your last words, Shinigami?❞

[kurokiiratsuchii]

My...My... Hello There!

THIS IS A NEW MAYURI KUROTSUCHI COMING YOUR WAY!

Like and/or reblog this if you’re interested in roleplaying with this problematic sunflower. 

Written by… isn’t it obvious by now?

[reservoirdogs1992-blog]

[bostonpoetryslam]

First you wanted something; then you wanted something else. The third thing you wanted waited for you just around a corner. You didn’t have that corner and so you wanted it. You wanted to want something and then you wanted nothing. Wanting nothing, you became the want. You wanted to want what you didn’t have, and you didn’t have anything. Anything you wanted would be put before you on a darker dish, but before that happened you had to want it to.

Jay Deshpande, “What’s Wanting,” published in Washington Square Review (via 7-weeks)

[kishire]

any other blogs?

『𝕆ut𝕆f ℂatnipharacter』

🐾—What ya see is what’cha get.

     Give me just one complaint about that, an’ I’ll cure all your ills with one shot. 

[kishire]

READ 💀 THE 💀 BONES

@Dingleberry for 💀  💀   💀  

  ✊— 𝕎hat in the hell was he playing at, now?

    ℍad Kurosaki really absconded with those pitiful Hollows, without suspecting him at all? In hindsight, Grimmjow surmised that it might not have been as obvious as he’d originally intended, in terms of announcing a visit as per his return. “Tch.” The plan had made more sense prior to its execution. Still, it wasn’t as though he had anyone to run the idea by, first. Then again, if anyone had spoken against it, he’d have lashed out at ‘em, and done it all just the same, anyway. Subconsciously, the arrancar shrugged his left shoulder, dismissing the rest of those crumbling doubts. But damn, that red-headed idiot couldn’t sift out an invitation even if it was literally planted on his doorstep.    𝕊till, the arrancar couldn’t discern whether he was over - or - underestimating the hybridized whelp; what kind of flesh and blood mortal just tucked some stray Hollows into their daily life? The stir it could cause among the uptight and arrogant ranks of the Shinigami brought a malefic satisfaction to Grimmjow’s wayward thoughts.                  “Like a couple of fuckin’ pets.. You’re outrageously stupid, Kurosaki.”     ℍis contemplative expression cracked open like busted glass, and ivory amusement took sovereignty over his features. That hybrid below, he was always doing the unprecedented, with the most candid, irreverent of ease.   Only someone like that, a being so utterly unfettered, was worthy of being his foremost prey.    𝕋hus, Grimmjow spared a sliver of forgiveness on Ichigo’s behalf; for being so incorrigibly foolish as to not investigate the origin of those stray Hollow pests. He’d already tracked the red-head all the way to his domicile, so it would seem a waste not to give Kurosaki any answers. Besides, his presence wouldn’t go unnoticed for long. This was just a quick visit. The leering specter descended from his perch of observation in the dense spiritual atmosphere, to kick at the hybrid’s window (lightly, gently, insistently) with the toe of his boot.      Now, what was the best way to instigate this reunion, after so much had happened?         Piece of cake. He was always skillful when it came to interpersonal interactions.

         ❝Keepin’ Hollows as pets, now, Kurosaki?                         Pretty fuckin’ arrogant if you ask me.

                                        Yeah, I won’t forgive ya.❞