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Bluey McBoneface wants a picture now? Oh great... Where does he even start with that hair? Fuck it--

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     ❝ what do you want, kitty? i’m not in the mood to argue with you. ❞

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Grimmjow, always seemed to find some way or another to piss him off and today was no different. Today it seemed he’d opted for painting his room pink. Why, oh why was he cursed with such an annoying cat in his life?

❛GRIMMJOW!❜ The bellow was heard for miles no doubt throughout Hueco Mundo.

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Lazarette hated deserts. Like, really hated deserts. She despised everything about them, from the intense heat on her black armour, the sand that wedged itself into her seams and the lack of any sort of water source to calm her processor.

The only thing she hated more than abysmal wasteland was the dark, white masked monstrosities that attacked her at every turn as she tried to cross the vast endless threshold. 

Exhausted from her last encounter, blade dragging behind her, she eventually comes across a white structure of impossible geometry, entire cities composed of floating discs and cylindrical shapes stacked on top of one another, rising into the sky, each layer more incomprehensible than the last.

“This has to be a mirage.”

[scientific-method]

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“H’oh.”

Sifting through the rubble, the ruins-- the remnants of what was once, Mayuri found it an excellent way to pass time. What was once said to be a treasure trove, Hueco Mundo still had variant interests and subjects to offer. For one like the Twelfth, however, it would have to require some extra legwork. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, fortunately. Lifting a few smaller pieces of rubble would hardly affect his work.

(problems problems problems-- idle work, i suppose.)

Was he being watched? He hardly cared.

Of course, depending on the cretin that had happened upon him, Mayuri may very well choose to ignore them. He’s continued to scrounge and scavenge whatever there may be leftover, particularly appreciating the close location of Las Noches-- it’s being so giving and so resilient against the ever passing-by years was a major exploit in his ideals. Fingers delicately plucked at what seemed to be a thin cloth-like remnant, eyes squinting suspiciously at it before shaking his head and disposing of it.

“I can feel your eyes on the back of my head as if they were daggers,” he suddenly spoke out, head raising in acknowledgement. With no idea of whom it was behind him, he would continue to speak freely and boldly into the open air.

“Has anyone ever accused you of... stalking before? I’ve heard it’s a rather nasty insult.”

[niivosus]

regiapardus: Going to send a kiss to Gravitas since Grimmjow sent one to his Harribel and Ulquiorra already, then see if Megatron cooperates~

niivosus: I was going to send Gravitas to give a kiss to Grimmjow

niivosus: probably something gross

regiapardus: yes good

regiapardus: just the way I like it with those two xD

niivosus: Romance between them? HAH. Even if they put their minds together, they still wouldn't be able to spell that word correctly

regiapardus: doesn't help that Grimmjow can't read anyway xD

niivosus: LMAO OMG

niivosus: 'CAUSE I WAS ABOUT THE SAY THE SAME THING ABOUT GRAVITAS

swordintheswarm: What is rom... rum... ruminating?

regiapardus: looking at signs or books like "the fuck is this"

swordintheswarm: Oh my god

niivosus: lmao Hyena, I'm crying oh god

niivosus: 'Cause I was having Gravitas go, "Rom.. Romane.. Romaine Lettuce? You want to /lettuce/ me?"

niivosus: "I don't think that's the right word."

niivosus: "Oh. Good. 'Cause that would be horrific. I despise vegetables."

regiapardus: YOU'RE KILLING ME

burnished: Jesus christ omg

swordintheswarm: LOL

niivosus: Two kings. Both illiterate.

regiapardus: Grimmjow can read numbers and maybe read/write his own name - that's it

regiapardus: they need to kidnap someone to drag along with them to do all their reading for them

niivosus: LMAO

niivosus: oh god

swordintheswarm: Cc is the sibling they only call to read the label on a can of meat when they're too lazy to just open it and throw it away if its not what they wanted

regiapardus: I'm laughing so hard at the thought of Gravitas calling CC when they need something read to them

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Send me “Bad Touch” for some randomly generated violence: 7) Grabbing your muse’s face

She made no secret of her dislike for the former Sexta. Why Harribel tolerated his presence, she couldn’t fathom, but when her concerns were gently soothed away she felt it was more trouble than it was worth to press them. There was nothing left to do but begrudgingly endure him – and his taunting.

She was no stranger to those kind of provocations. Nnoitra tried again and again to goad her when outright demanding a battle failed. The comparisons didn’t stop there. He, too, REVELED in those base instincts. He savored destruction, carnage. He couldn’t be trusted to build anything when he’d sooner tear it apart. Nelliel would tell him as much as he questioned her.

“If ya hate me so much, why don’t you get rid of me, huh?” There was something like amusement in his tone, despite the challenge of his words. He thought she didn’t, because she couldn’t. That was far from the case. A heavy sigh blew past her lips. “It’s not my decision to make. You know that.”

“Ya put up with a lot, don’chya?” He stood behind her, but she could hear the grin in his voice. “S’that why Nnoitra got away with tearing off your fraccions’ masks?”

Fury moved her before he so much as finished his sentence. How dare he. Grimmjow was built like a brick wall, but she was made for brute force. Marble cracked behind him as her sonido carried them both backwards against a nearby pillar. Her hand found his jaw, gripping him even as the teeth on his mask cut through her gloves.

“Give me one reason, Grimmjow. One. And I don’t care what Harribel allows.” The full extent of her power still eluded her, but she shouldn’t need all of it for him. She was three and he was six – a fact he’d do well to remember. If he laid a FINGER on her fraccion, if he threatened the Queen, she wouldn’t hesitate. Not again. Her hold tightened. “My patience isn’t endless.”

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@regiapardus

This grimmjow is like really well played the Mun is super nice! Their grimmjow is so well played like I can’t lie I love reading over their stuff and just *swoons* I really enjoy how they write the Kitty face asshole.

@blackcuttingmoon

This bab is like so nice and sweet and honestly helped me get on my feet in the rp tumblr community! Their ichigo in my opinion is super close to canon but also has their own spin and its great! The blog holds many verses *which I love* and even hold the idea of arrancar ichi *my fave~* 

@kamakirikun

This blog is super great they play such a great spoon child. They are really good at portraying Nnoitra and not just making him flat and asshole. They gave him so much more. The few times I’ve talked to them they have been really nice and sweet! They have shared how they imagine Nnoitras back story and I love it so much!

ALL IN ALL THESE FINE BLOGS SHOULD BE FOLLOWED :D