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@feralblxe
"They know you walk like you're a God; they can't believe I made you weak."
Happy Birthday, Asshole~ (apologizes as this is as nice as grimm will get. x.x)
“Thanks. Been a nice one without you attacking me, Blue.”
feralblxe replied to your post:Does anyone know of any good manga that’s just...
I feel you. I have the same issue some times. Hopefully the above suggestions will have something that capture your interest. Another one I really liked was Akatsuki no Yona. It’s lighter and cute-ish. But I surprisingly got a lot of enjoyment out of it.
I think I’m too spoiled on Bleach tbh. Like. Beautiful art, great story, wonderful characters - I’m dead son. Just bury me with Bleach when the time comes. I’m so fucking hard to get into anything though. Like I have maybe twenty chapters of AoT to read but I’m just ‘eh whatever.’
Places a flower behind Shuuhei's ear. Some kid gave it to him, and honestly, he couldn't think of a better place to put it other than the trash.
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The raven had been having an awful day. It was as though life was determined to keep him down, yet he was still struggling to stand and keep going. Every single customer he hated had dragged their bad attitudes through the café and made his morning hell. He’d been insulted in just about every way possible. His hair, his ink, his scowl. They’d be scowling too if they had to deal with themselves. Fucking hell. Shuuhei thought as the 10th person that day had told him to smile. After his shift was no better. Photography class had turned into a total shit show, when his professor had pulled him aside to say that the clueless T.A. had opened the door to the darkroom and destroyed Shuuhei’s project. The one he’d been working on for months. The last pictures that he’d taken of Renji before the breakup. It was like losing the redhead all over again.
By the time he stalked out of class and limped his sad ass home, he was ready to lay in the driveway and wait for Ichigo to run him over on his way in.
His phone alarm went off as he pulled in. “15 Step” by Radiohead. He looked at the attached note: ‘Practice =|||.^=’ his phone reminded him cheerfully. He grumbled and nearly chucked the phone out of the window. His hand was stayed as Grimmjow pulled up on his motorcycle. Shuuhei raised a hand in greeting before stepping out of his car. He wouldn’t let Grimmjow catch him throwing a tantrum.
Opening the garage he waltzed in, and went straight for his guitar. He felt better already. The sleek black and red instrument practically hummed beneath his fingers, and he felt better just holding it. He began tuning it up, when he saw Grimmjow approaching out of the corner of his eye. He looked up and grey eyes met blue.
Cool as a cucumber, and with all the ease of someone who touched Shuuhei all of the time, the singer placed a yellow flower in the guitarist’s inky locks above his left ear. His heart raced as those fingertips brushed his ear, as the other’s hand returned to his side. He blinked a couple of times before a smile twitched at the corners of his lips. His hand left the neck of the guitar to brush the velvety petals.
This had to be a dream or an out of body experience. His mortal enemy hadn’t just placed a flower in his hair. His lips parted and immediately closed. His brow furrowed a moment and he made a short noise of frustration. He wasn’t frustrated though. It had been the nicest thing that had happened all day. Unexpected, but…pleasant and welcome.
“Thank you, Grimmjow. What’s this for?” He asked with a smile, his first of the day.
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It had started so hazily, wrapped in moments of panic and distress. How many times had she said I have to keep him alive to herself? To the others? Wouldn’t it be better if all the remaining members of the Espada were eradicated? That’s what some people thought, but Nelliel-- oh Nelliel didn’t want that. One breath was enough for her to know that she needed to keep Grimmjow alive, no matter the stakes. He wasn’t as jagged as he seemed, albeit he was brazen and frustrating, loud and sometimes a pain in the ass; she couldn’t let him go if there was a possibility to save him in her hands.
He was a mess, beaten down and dragged through the proverbial mud. Yet she accumulated rag after rag of her ‘saliva’ and mixed up her own concoctions to lay on his wounds and make sure they closed. It was touch and go for a little while, but he wasn’t human anymore. They hadn’t been for a long while. Grimmjow would heal up, he’d be alright, and then they’d start bickering again. To think she’d be looking forward to him arguing with her over who should fight who and where they stood on the power scale.
Sleepless nights became tired days and she was upright again, winding verdant curls into a tie as she prepared for yet another round of treatment. Better yet, she’d taken to cooking meals in her near bare quarters to make sure he didn’t starve. It wasn’t much, she couldn’t go back and forth to the world of the living and what little activity lied in the Soul Society was blockaded right now. So she had to make due with what Hueco Mundo could provide in the way of smaller creatures. It wasn’t the first time she’s hunted, it likely wouldn’t be the last.
With a light tap of her knuckles on the side of the door, Nelliel peeked into the room with a tray in hand. “Grimmjow, it’s time to get up.” It became routine, even though he was vastly better than he had been, she’d gotten so used to doing this that she continued to do so anyways. “If you don’t get your tail out of bed, I’ll snatch you by the heel and drag you out myself.”
feralblxe replied to your post:�� (for shiggles!)
I’m surprised it got that much. Lmao.
Lol a good part of it’s likely Ichigo tbh.
Psssst. (Late to the party as always, but love us????)
Send “Psst” for 10 things my Muse has said about yours behind their back.
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“So fucking what if he is hot? Renji is hot too and I don’t want him around anymore either.”
“He’s a really good singer…maybe that’s why he has no soul. Made a deal with a devil perhaps.”
“Is it weird that I still flinch when he looks at me?”
“I’m still concerned about him taking my lunch money…I don’t even have lunch money.”
“I could hit him one good time in the back of the head with the guitar. No one would know but us…what do you mean that’s a conspiracy?”
“I don’t know what his problem with me is. It’s not like I was his personal walking nightmare.”
“I wonder if he even feels bad about any of the shit he did to me?”
“It’s really not fair that he’s so horrible and still gets to look like that. Where’s the karmic justice?”
“Fuck, his eyes are just…really perfect.”
“I hope we’ll get along one day…at least not hate each other. It’d make my life easier.”
