✦✦✦ ivy girl

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[maitreyaring-archive-blog]

    A feeling of nervousness had developed in her stomach. She wasn’t afraid, but she wasn’t entirely confident either. She’d find a way to take care of this guy, she had to. Still, the confidence, arrogance, that radiated from her opponent was enough to unsettle her, to say the least.

    The Shinigami tightened her grip on her blade, readying herself for an attack. Narrowing her eyes, focusing entirely on what move they could possibly make…

    An explosion of smoke suddenly erupted as they released their weapon, causing Senna to remove one hand from her Zanpakutou in order to shield her eyes. Though she kept her arm up, she dared to open one eye in order to see her opponent. She wasn’t very fond of the idea of being taken by surprise, though this was a surprise itself.

    A small gasp escaped her as what appeared to be some sort of tentacle emerged from the smoke. It didn’t attack her, instead it danced in front of her. How annoying. If that wasn’t bad enough, more and more of these tentacles emerged from the smoke, until eight of them were visible.

         "E-Eight..!“

    The Shinigami’s eyes widened. As much as it hurt to admit, it was rather intimidating. But she had to keep her cool, had to stay calm, had to stay focused… This was nothing she couldn’t handle.

         ”Oh, I’ll make up for it, all right..“

    Returning her hand to her zanpakutou, shutting her eyes, and lifting the weapon up. In seconds it began to glow a light yellow color, transforming from a katana to a Khakkhara.

         ”Call forth the Twilight… Mirokumaru!“

[trepadora-blog]

     With a strong guest the Shinigami released her own weapon in turn, but it was only effective so far in providing more amusement to Luppi in the end. A sleeve was held up to his mouth in order to hide that ever widening smile, chuckles still escaping despite his half-attempt at trying to stifle them. After all, he was trying to provoke her -- and this was one of my most effective ways he knew how to do that.

     “Thaaat’s all you think its going to take to make up for it? You’re going to be sorely mistaken for underestimating me, girly! This won’t take any more then a few minute to wipe the floor with you. I don’t even know why you’re bothering to fight back to begin with..~”

     Laughing once more, each of Luppi’s eight vines twisted in tandem, curling threateningly in coils and waves -- until their direction suddenly switched and all of them soared outward in every direction, then coming together at immense speed directly toward the Shinigami without warning. Luppi attempted to knock her out or capture her in a tight constraint, but dust and debris had been shot into the air with the impact of his vines. He wouldn’t know if he’d been successful until the smoke cleared.

     “Ohhh, girllyy..~ At least try and fight back, will you? It won’t be any fun for either of us if you get taken out so soon, you know! Or maybe you should go get a few of your friends and you can all come at me at once! Maybe then you’d be able to have a fair fight against me.”

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[narkissismos]

    That little-!!

    To say Yumichika’s metaphorical feathers were ruffled would be a gross understatement, but he’d be damned if he let the other see how how irritating his words were. He was Ayasegawa Yumichika, after all. Fifth seat of the Eleventh division; elegant and beautiful and certainly not vulnerable to the pathetic insults spat at him by a once-dead Arrancar!

    “Mm, well, I wouldn’t expect you to understand fashion, given your choice of clothing. The stitches are a nice touch, I must admit. They really take away from the plainness of your face.”

[trepadora-blog]

     “Oh, I’m glad you think so..~” Chimed Luppi in return, chuckling lightly to himself more than his unhappy company. “I didn’t much like the stitches at first, but I can say they’ve grown on me. Perhaps you could use some over that mouth of yours!”

     “And I’ll have you know my choices in clothing far outweigh your pathetic attempt at trying to make that awful uniform easier to look at... At least mine shows off my best features, no? Instead of bringing attention to the worst.” For emphasis both hands slid up the exposed sections of his sides, taunting the Shinigami with a playful bat of his eyelashes.

[vadigo-blog]

    A pat to the head had become, somewhere along the lines, the greatest form of praise the boy had come to understand. Tousen pat his head when he did good, and more than once, Aizen’s hand had come to rest on the place behind his crown, so to feel the touch of the other’s hand against his hair had Wonderweiss grinning crookedly, nose scrunching up slightly as he nudged his head into the touch. Yes, good. He’d done good.

    “Luuuuu…” Whether he’d come to associate the word with the other yet was another question entirely, for while his attention was stolen by the praise awarded by the Espada, he failed to catch the gesturing motion that was meant to link his nonsensical noises back to the other Arrancar’s existence. One thing at a time, and even then, it was often quite a stretch. 

[trepadora-blog]

     This child was practically acting feline with how much he was apparently enjoying these head pats, of which Luppi felt like he now couldn’t stop. For some reason or another, he thought that if the head pats suddenly ceased, Wonderweiss would only grab his superior’s hand and put it back. Annoying, really, but it wasn’t all bad. Blond hair was soft under his touch, albeit a little tangled.

     “You’re not even listening to me anymore, huh? Probably haven’t to begin with, but whatever...” Luppi sighed out, other hand coming to cup his chin and rest his elbow on a knee. “Yeah, yeah, say it all you want. -- But if you get any louder someone might think I’m murdering you or something.”

     The image of someone bursting in to rescue Aizen’s prized experiment came to mind and it forced another, exasperated sigh. “You’re going to be a pain in my neck, aren’t you?”

[kiiseu]

[trepadora-blog]

Kidnaps him tbh.

     You ever have one of those days... where this might as well happen.

[trepadora-blog]

     Something is sure to happen if Luppi doesn’t get some entertainment quickly.

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[trepadora-blog]

[narkissismos]

     “I’d much sooner get rid of you now and lessen the time i’ll have to spend remembering what your face looks like.” Came the cool response, arms lifting to cross over a lean chest as though physically defying the other’s existence. His zanpakuto lay untouched by his side, within reach but unnecessary for the time being. They were allies, by some horrible twist of fate, and fighting in the street was a good way to get his ass arrested. 

     But damn, didn’t the ugly little thing even remember him?? He wasn’t exactly forgettable, after all! 

[trepadora-blog]

     Remembering..? Ah! Yes, that’s right.

     “Ooohhh..~ I nearly forgot! You were one of those Shinigami I had all wrapped up before that cute little Captain decided to turn down the heat... There was a bald one with you, wasn’t there? And you had those hideous feathers...”

     Luppi found himself trailing off, hand on his hip. The Shinigami before him was easily forgettable -- weak, boring, and far too self-absorbed. It was too bad it couldn’t remain so, but there was nothing to be changed now.

     “You don’t look much different now, but those new feathers don’t do anything to take away from your ugly eye shape.”

[beruga]

❢❢ | ❢❢     “ … ” tesra said nothing. he thought luppi’s attitude would come back to bite him in the ass one day, but now with their differences in rank, it was no longer appropriate for tesra to comment.

     “ i guess you have succeeded. ” he paused and gave luppi a courteous nod, “ congratulation on your promotion. if you ever feel like getting a fraccion to help with your work load, i might have a few recommendations. ”

[trepadora-blog]

     “Well, if they’re anything like you I don’t think I’d be interested... but if you know of anyone I’d like, I’d be happy to hear their names..~” Luppi alongside a group of those who were strikingly similar to him would be a menace indeed... Mostly toward anyone who was easily annoyed.

     “Though I don’t want to keep you from your dear Mister Five... He’ll get mad if I keep you too long.”

[scientific-method]

“That’s fine.”

“Blood makes an excellent sample, or were you too enamored with your “problems” to know that?”

[trepadora-blog]

     “And when I run out of blood? You can’t go through all that effort of putting me back together and then let me turn back into a corpse.”

[vadigo-blog]

    It was making noises at him and, cheered on by the turn of events, Wonderweiss thought it only fair that he reciprocate in kind.

    “Uwaaaa….”

    Granted, his idea of speech was somewhat different compared to what the other may be used to, but it was an attempt, and a startlingly good one at that. He was having a good day; his attention, though still fleeting and somewhat easily broken, had managed to focus on the Espada before him in a way that it hadn’t in a good while. Luppi spoke, and Wonderweiss, enamored by the sounds, the rise and fall of the other’s tone unique, listened with his head only slightly cocked to the side.

    “Luuuuuuu….” It was the word that had stood out the most, drawn across several seconds in a way that had him take notice of it. It was an easy word too, requiring only a single roll of his clumsy tongue and a whole lot of vowels afterwards. He liked this one!

    “Luuuuuuuuuuu…”

[trepadora-blog]

     Oh?

     Surprised by this new development, Luppi blinked in mild surprise as his name was partially repeated back to him. Whether or not there was actual recognition of the word or the connection that it was his name had yet to be seen, but the fact that it had happened at all was progress in itself. Just a few minutes ago there had been nothing but unrecognizable babble. So... a success? He’ll take it.

     “Luuuuuuppi,” he repeated once again, perhaps just to see if the last syllable would be an added bonus -- if not, an elongated, ‘Luuu’ would do just fine. In addition, he figured some sort of... positive reinforcement was necessary for this type of situation and so he lifted a hand to place it on his fellow Arrancar’s head. There, there...

     Ah. Wait.

     He’d better make sure Wonder -- ..... Wonderweiss! Finally... Long names weren’t worth remembering -- knew that it was him whom he was speaking about and with his free hand he gently prodded himself in the chest with a finger. “You’re kind of getting it, I guess... Maybe you’re a better at listening than I thought.”

oh by the way grimmjow stuffed his hand in my gut again can you fix that

[scientific-method]

“–No.”

[trepadora-blog]

     “I’m going to bleed all over your stuff.”

[narkissismos]

     @trepadora

     He scowls, not trying in the least to school his expression into something less judgmental. Why should he? The war was won, the Seireitei was in shambles, and they had ex-Arrancar walking among them like they belonged here!! 

     Ugh, it was bad enough that they’d kept that GOD AWFUL TROLL, but did they really have to keep this fashionless disaster too??

[trepadora-blog]

     Things were quiet now, and Luppi had a difficult time deciding if he was enjoying it or not. He was all for a good brawl against a common enemy, but since he was trapped in this hell hole that was Seireitei all he could do was wander aimlessly in the hopes of finding some sort of entertainment.

     He was used to the looks... The scowls and the glares and the gestures weren’t new to him, but this one... This one only served to tick one of his nerves.

     “If you take a picture, it’ll last longer..~”

[trepadora-blog]

Chubby Hubby and Half Baked!

headcanon meme: ice cream flavors edition. | @kakeruketsui

Chubby Hubby:a body image/self esteem headcanon.

     Luppi is absolutely in love with his own body and, frankly, thinks it couldn’t get much more perfect than it already is. His favorite features include his sides and hips, which he does his best to bring attention to with his uniform. Even with the addition of stitches and the scar around his hips, he is still very much prone to looking at himself for quite a long time if he happens to catch a glimpse of his reflection.

     He isn’t above using his body to get what he wants, either, since he knows he’ll enjoy it.

Half Baked:a bad idea/poor planning headcanon.

     His whole life.

     Luppi is actually full of bad ideas and poor planning, though he has since learned his lesson and tries to keep those to a minimum. He leaps before he looks, talks the talk before walking the walk and really tends to put himself into corners he can’t easily maneuver out of. In short -- there’s a lot of that.