#destructivour

[aftapati]

( * / @destructivour )

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

[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]

@destructivour replied ; with or without tongue though / from : x

Worse. With something far more sinister... (love)

[tozasemurcielago]

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

[lunarscaled]

@destructivour replied to your post “-> gwumpy...”:

grimmjow looking at the lizard. ‘ protein. ‘

-> NO—

[fractempyreal]

@destructivour echoed: damn. you're lookin rough.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒  &  𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 ,        gait uneven if only the slightest bit as they step past Grimmjow ,   effectively ignoring him .   Blue ,   now stained a deep red .   Whether it was the Devil's blood or another's was unknown ,   even to Vergil himself .   It does not slow him .   They march steadily onwards with a white-knuckled grip on Yamato  (  he had been careless .   allowing such low class demons manage to land a blow on his person  ) .   What it was that the arrancar was doing lingering on these summoning grounds was anyone's guess ,   but Vergil wasn't about to make any ,   managing through clenched teeth a biting ,

                        ❛    How very astute of you .   I must thank you for your ABSOLUTELY POINTLESS commentary .    ❜

[kinoroi]

scoffs, pulls a lil strand. ‘ pink hair? you’re beggin to get your ass kicked. ‘

he pulls back with a jerk, affront across his features. ❝ are you one to talk right now ?! you look like you're about to start rapping a verse from fantastic baby at me. ’ he smooths the lil strand down; it bounces back up.

[aftapati]

( for a modern verse probably. ) sits down on aizen’s couch, as he sinks down into it the furniture makes an awkward fabric squeaking sound.

( * / @destructivour / unprompted )

The repetitive sound of droplets hitting the ground with force, accompanied with the sight of clouds in obscure hues of grey concealing the sky and the thunderous noises that would echo the atmosphere, was a good indication for the librarian to stay at the leisure of his home. Despite the accustomed quietness in his working environment, nothing else could reign superior to the comfort of his own house.

And so, already afternoon, he had taken liberty in practicing his favourable activity of calligraphy. With a piece of paper right atop the wooden surface of his well - crafted desk, and a feathered pen held meticulously by slender fingers of his right hand, he begun swirling around almost abstractly the inanimate object upon the paper, writting down a variety of words, eventually. From the posture adjusted on the chair with velvet material as detailism, creating the perfect ninety degree figure, to his sophisticated apparel; This was Aizen Sōsuke, a working librarian and an aspiring author.

An individual who is well respected and appreciated by many, yet few are those who are ultimately familiar with him. Appealing looks combined with a gentlemanly personality. A man that can define courtesy and solitude; no --- tranquility, to be precise. Whilst he would welcome the companionship presented to him, he would still choose to remain to himself. Perhaps this stems from something deep in the subtle muscle, his heart. Or merely, this is part of who he is. Henceforth, it is unlikely to catch him having a drink at the local bar, or being the life of a party. Unless, he would find himself unable to evade such circumstances. He would humour such occasions once in a while.

For now, his utmost concentration was offered at his performance of the current task. Yet, an abrupt sound was enough to halt his process for a few moments. Of course, he wasn't alone this time. In a rare situation, he had the presence of one of his acquaintances at his place. Yet quietude was still unperturbed. He would not complain for retaining noiselessness in his minimalistic apartment. But something just felt too foreign this time.

Or maybe, he is just overthinking things. A bad habit of his, if you will.

❛ You are suspiciously quiet today. ❜

❛ Is there something occupying your mind? ❜

[darabeatha]

😏✨

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Get that smug look off your face Jaegerjaquez, we got our asses kicked and you did an absolutely horrendous job at protecting me.❞

[ardenssolis]

@destructivour said (inbox):

looks to him with his big ol panther eyes. does a little kitty ear flick.✨ ( manipulative )

C-CUTE… HOW DARE GRIMMJOW approach him in this form knowing full well that such was Ozymandias’ weakness? Truly a low blow! He reached out with both hands, brushing them through what fur was exposed by the other’s neck with grudging adoration. ❝You are so lucky that you are endearing like this.❞ Nevermind the fact that most people would look at that large panther with its oddly armored body and run the opposite direction. To him, this form was no less adorable than your normal garden variety housecat. ❝Do not think this means anything. I am just in a very generous mood today---!❞

[crucifor]

for mihawk. ‘ what’s with the sword? you real religious or somethin . . . ‘ / @destructivour

ㅤㅤㅤARMS  CROSSED,  YORU'S  EDGES  AND  HILT  STICK  OUT  from  his  body  like  a  beacon  -  swordsman  himself  perpetually  crucified  on  the  light  drinking  black  of  his  dark,  dark  blade.  mihawk  for  his  part,  stares  down  at  the  offending  party  with  the  same  intensity  he  does  most  things,  unperturbed  by  his  predatory  existence.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ in  a  way. ❞  he  deadpans,  golden  hues  sharp  and  perhaps  :  wanting.  ❝ yoru, ❞   slender  fingers  curl  about  the  named-blade's  jewel  encrusted  pommel  -  a  lover's  careful  touch,  ❝ is  the  only  goddess  i  see  fit  to  worship. ❞  he  thinks  to  draw  her  -  but  refrains,  for  grimmjow's  presence  has  yet  to  prove  itself  worthy,  if  nothing  more  than  a  slight  nuisance  he  stares  down  with  vague  curiosity.

[beaststarved]

looks them up and down only once. ' kinda' slutty. '

looks them over back twice in agreement. ❝ In that case, I should charge you just for looking then . ❞

[aamaranthiine]

@destructivour ♥'d for a one-liner.

"I would appreciate it if you did not torment my friends."

[fractempyreal]

@destructivour echoed: he is looking for a place to bite.

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ,        scaled tail lashing from Grimmjow's hand  &  settling on the ground ,   lightly encircling the boots as Vergil turns towards Grimmjow .   Brows pinching together ,   Vergil crosses his arms over his chest with Yamato's guard softly tapping against coated shoulder as they watch the arrancar rather pointedly ,   a faint scowl marring the mable features .   As if it wasn't suspicious enough that the other had thought they wouldn't get caught holding the scaled tail of the partially transformed Devil   (   even more so that he was seemingly sniffing it  ) .  

                    ❛    Dare I ask what it is that you were hoping to achive through this poor attempt at espionage ?    ❜

[monstriiss]

lemme stay in the forest with u.

pay rent.

[kyousei]

     @destructivour asked: give me the cat. hand him over.

     Oh, you mean this cat?