#destructivour

[aftapati]

( * / @destructivour )

❛ You are just as disobedient as I could remember, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. ❜

[richfsh]

sticks his bare hand ( paw ) into the fish pond.

Proceeds to watch this newest pain in his ass stick his definitely unwashed hand into the koi pond, hose in hand. His fingers are itching on the trigger, make one wrong move & attempt to pull one fish out, and your nine lives are over. @destructivour

[dayscorched]

you gonna squirt me, or squirt for me? B)

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❛❛ Neither. I'm gonna fist you. ❜❜ SHE'S RUNNING, right at him, full speed ahead. Prepare to be fisted in the face, Grimmjow.

cursed, cursed. ; @destructivour . ; always accepting.

[rubctosis]

squints. ( he can’t read lmao ) ‘ what’s that shit on your knuckles for? ‘

destructivour asked: unprompted // always accepting.

  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 of the surgeon with the faintest upward twitch of his lips. His expression betrayed no outright anger, only the subtle undercurrent of exasperated amusement that he so often reserved for the ignorant. His golden eyes, perpetually sharp beneath dark lashes, narrowed slightly as he cast a glance over. A muscle in his jaw tightened, just enough to suggest restraint, though the faint smirk curling the corner of his mouth revealed he was, at best, unimpressed. Law's hands rested loosely at his sides, the intricate tattoos across his fingers on full display. Each letter— 𝐃 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 —etched in bold black ink, caught the light as he flexed his knuckles.

He raised one inked hand deliberately, index and ring fingers curling down to leave the middle one standing tall, a pointed and unapologetically rude gesture. His smirk deepened as he locked eyes with the man, unflinching.

❝ That  ❞ he said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a blade's edge of sarcasm, ❝ is what it’s for  ❞

[darabeatha]

what about blue hair , what does that mean

ㅤㅤ❝ ―What about blue hair? that it's the darndest best, of course. ❞ A cloud of smoke trails after his words as he nonchalantly remains lounging against the cushions of the rigid office sofa he had stubbornly taken claim of. To no one's surprise, both Grimmjow and Cú looked completely out of place with the rather serene atmosphere of the room they were sharing, and it was something that was starting to tickle him.... Lazily, he finally decided to open an eyelid to address once and for all the tall brooding figure looming close to him, noticing first and foremost, an obnoxious sky-blue colored tuft of hair that happened to so conveniently be blocking the 'precious' sight of his monochrome and boring ceiling.

ㅤㅤ❝ Well .. actually ―; it might depend on the shade. ❞

[tozasemurcielago-archive]

❝ I know ENOUGH ; books are a wealth of knowledge. ❞

[uliquiorra]

@destructivour encounters the mercy | sc

          “ What  is  it  you  hope  to  gain  by  losing  to  me,  Grimmjow?  You're  more  useful  alive. ”       how  difficult  it  is  to  hear  the  cruelty  that  bleeds  into  his  words,  for  his  inflection  was  just  the  same  level  as  always  ;  unfettered  and  coolly  apathetic.    “ If  you  have  a  good  enough  reason,  maybe  I'll  indulge  you. ” 

[fractempyreal]

@destructivour echoed: why’re demons always so smug and talkin about boring stuff. bet they can’t do a kickflip.

                        ❛    —   You say that with such confidence ,   I must question whether or not you yourself can actually do a 'kickflip'.    ❜