No Such Thing as a Fair Fight.

Nnoitra Jiruga roleplay blog. NSFW. Original character friendly. Multifandom friendly.

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It’s been forever since I’ve been on this tumblr and I don’t intend on coming back but I did want to share my old playlist for the Quinto on here.

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got really into making bleach ocs recently

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Mother Mother - “Reaper Man”

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decima-fuerza replied to your post:

………yes

Well

Fuckin’ stop it.

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decima-fuerza replied to your post

stfu

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Honestly I take back everything mean or critical I said about Nnoitra’s outfit because that was before I remembered the swiss cheese suit from JJBA. Compared to that I could call his outfit ‘restrained’ and ‘subtle’.

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It’s called fuckin’ fashion look it up bitch.

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ノイトラジルガ

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RUN, YA FUCKIN’ LIL’ BITCH, RUN!

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静かに 幕は切り落とし

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My top 10 favorite Nnoitra panels!

I already posted 10 unappreciated panels of him, but here are the panels I find the most beautiful or amusing! Also they are the ones I think about the most.

Click the pictures for captions!

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I swear to GOD–

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nnomnia:

my college au sorry not sorry

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Her posture, which had been – up until that point – relaxed, straightened at the mention of Harribel. It had been some time since he was away training, true, but not nearly enough to reach the level of the former Tres. Surely he had to know that. Though that wasn’t to say he wasn’t more than capable of bringing people down with him. For the first time since he arrived, true apprehension settled in the pit of her stomach. “She’ll kill you, Nnoitra.” 

Maybe he was tired of waiting. 

“Is challenging her really worth throwing your life away?”

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princesa--serpiente:

Her posture, which had been – up until that point – relaxed, straightened at the mention of Harribel. It had been some time since he was away training, true, but not nearly enough to reach the level of the former Tres. Surely he had to know that. Though that wasn’t to say he wasn’t more than capable of bringing people down with him. For the first time since he arrived, true apprehension settled in the pit of her stomach. “She’ll kill you, Nnoitra.” 

Maybe he was tired of waiting. 

“Is challenging her really worth throwing your life away?”

“She ain’t got th’fuckin’ guts t’kill me.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ dead yet. I can’t fuckin’ die.”

No, because death for someone as horrible as him would be just too easy. Life had him in a choke-hold, strangling him and prolonging the process as the hands of mortality wrung his neck on and off for pure amusement.

Life was a sadistic bitch. Dying was easier.

Santa Teresa had been stuck in the sand next to him, but now he had motivation to pick it up from the ground, hoisting it over his shoulder, taking a few steps back, looking up at her the entire time.

And there’s no longer a grin on his face.